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moonctzeny · 4 years

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First Times

“Jae”, you whispered, gaining his attention, “We will still be best friends after this, right?”

He pulls you closer to him, making your face rest on his naked chest. He smelled like sweat and that intense body spray, like those days he came back from his basketball practice to meet you under the treehouse. He smelled like home.

pairing: childhood friend/ceo! jaehyun x fem! reader

genre: smut, angst

word count: 6.584k

warnings: loss of virginity, then not so virgin sex lol, squirting

summary: “Jaehyun had been your best friend ever since you were 7 years old, but after a certain incident he disappears, without informing you of his whereabouts. You had come to terms with the fact that you’ll never see him again until your paths cross unexpectedly, meeting as boss and employee”

a/n: I feel like ceo! jaehyun fics are overwritten so I tried to focus more on the childhood friends to lovers aspect, giving it a little twist

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There was no way that was him.

When you were 10 years old you couldn’t wait to have your first kiss. You were plain obsessed with the romance dramas that were playing on tv, your mom complaining about having to witness the same unrealistic tropes over and over again, but you stayed frozen in front of the screen.

Why were the characters so caught up in the thought of seeing each other? Why were they willing to risk everything they had for the other person? You were curious to find out about the love the grown ups talked about, and playing mommy and daddy with the neighbor’s son, Jaehyun, wasn’t cutting it anymore.

He was waiting for you in his treehouse, preparing his toys for your playdate. A table of pots and cutlery on one side of the room and a battlefield with ships on the other. He preferred when you two dueled for the “fate of your country”, but he knew you liked to play house so he compromised. One hour of what you like and one hour of what he liked, that’s what his mom had said.

You stomped inside, your pout not matching his excited smile.

“Finally, you’re here! Can we play my games first? My uncle got me new soldiers, look!” He ran up to you, a bunch of different green miniatures in his hands. You didn’t bother to spare him a glance, too caught up in your personal drama.

“I don’t want to play games,” you whined, “I want a boyfriend!”

Jaehyun blinked a couple times, confused. “But you have one, me. I am your friend and I am a boy”

You threw your head back in frustration, groaning so loudly that the rest of the neighborhood probably heard you. “Noo it’s not the same! We don’t kiss on the lips and stuff!”

The little boy came closer to you, scowling. He was starting to get really impatient with your whining over these dramas that you liked so much. So what if you don’t kiss and stuff? It’s no big deal anyways!

He grabbed your ears, bringing you closer to his face and he gave you a small peck. Your first kiss.

“There. Will you play with me now?”

When you turned 18 you exchanged your love for dramas with a love for art. You also exchanged your calculus workbooks for oil paints and acrylics, busy with piecing together a portfolio that would get you accepted into art school. There was one thing that stayed stable in your life, however, that followed you from childhood into adolescence.

“Hey, sorry for being late, basketball practice took longer than I expected”, Jaehyun apologized and joined you at his backyard. The treehouse had gotten too old for inhabiting but the trunk you were currently lied against served its purpose as your current hangout after school.

“Hey”, you sniffled and he finally noticed how watery your eyes were. He dropped his sportsbag immediately, and sat next to you on the slightly moist grass, your arms touching.

“I’m guessing Mark denied your offer to go to the prom with you?”

You nodded, hiding your face in his embrace before he sees you crying. Being Jaehyun’s friend wasn’t always easy. His easygoing personality and good looks on top of being president of four school clubs made him one of the most popular kids in high school. You reminded yourself that he’s still the same boy you’ve always known, that you don’t have to feel threatened by the army of girls always clinging by his sides, but it was hard. It was hard to recount your rejection from this morning when he probably has never truly felt that feeling before. Even with his college applications pending, you knew he’d be successful. Any institution would be crazy to miss up on him, and the rest of the world felt that way about him too.

“I don’t wanna talk about it”, you mumble, leaning back before you stain his t-shirt even more, “Did Mina find the dress she is gonna wear after all?”

Your genuine worry for his prom date, even after your failed promposal, broke his heart. You were always so empathetic, so selfless, so nice to him. He didn’t have it in him to let you stay in your state of misery.

“Nothing”, he blurted, rushing to explain after seeing the confused look on your face, “she bailed on me last minute”.

That was a lie, but you didn’t have to know that. Jaehyun cancelling on his date would be a dick move, he knew that, but you being happy was his priority. It always has, at least as long as he was still here. “So if you didn’t mind, I was thinking we go together? As friends of course”

“Jae! I love you!”

You tackled him with a hug, the grass tickling his neck and he just laughed at the adorable screech you let out. You both stayed there enjoying the chill evening, talking about renting cars and matching outfits.

He let you rant about the dress you’ve chosen to wear and he promised to convince his parents to leave his house empty for the after party.

The prom night was the last time you saw Jung Jaehyun. There you two were, sprawled out on his bed and tired off your asses, spending what seemed like the most fun night of your life together. Your feet were in blisters from all the dancing, head spinning from the after-party vodka. Jaehyun had turned his head towards you, tie undone and staring at a piece of glitter that had fallen on your collarbone. He looked as handsome as ever in his suit, red eyes glued on you and a satisfied smile on his face.

“Your parents are gonna be so mad when they see the mess on their carpet. I told you not to get Jungwoo drunk”

Jaehyun laughed, his deep laugh reverbrating through the room. “Not if you tell them in the morning. They can’t get mad at you. You told your mom you’re staying over, right?”

You nodded, maybe shaking your head a lot longer than needed but your tipsy self wanted to make sure you got your message across.

“You know”, you started with a snicker, “she gave me like a million condoms for tonight. Probably thought I was planning on losing my virginity like any teenager with a social life”

He kept staring at you, eyes lazily taking in the sight of your pretty smile. “Yeah, same with my dad. I think that’s the only reason why they gave me the house”

You whipped your head to face him at the speed of light, mouth gaped open and staring at him incredulously. “Jae, you’re a virgin??”

It was hard to believe. I mean sure, you hadn’t had any experience in the sex department either but you were, well, you. Shy with new people, horrible at flirting and a bit standoff-ish if you were being honest. But your best friend, as likable and good looking as he was, had never been with a girl before?

“Well, yeah, I was just kinda- I was waiting for the right person, you know? Someone to make it memorable”

You sighed, relating with his words but also...

“I just wish I could get it over with”, you confess and you saw Jaehyun gulp visibly. He was glancing at the nothingness on his ceiling, lost in his thoughts.

“Yeah”

The silence lasted for a few minutes, only the distant sound of a passing police car interrupting it. He sat on his knees, the conversation sobering him up significantly. “Remember when you wanted to have your first kiss and I just did it so you wouldn’t complain about it anymore?”

You smile fondly at the memory, waiting for him to continue. There was somewhere he was getting at.

“Well, we both want to not be virgins anymore, right? So let’s just do it”

You felt an electric tension growing between you. It was like you were holding two magnets, begging to touch each other but you still held them apart, because if you let go you just knew things would never be the same again.

Jaehyun leaned in, dunking his head at the last minute and kissing your neck instead. It was tentative, a kiss that tested the waters. He was still holding back, wanting to make sure you wanted this as much as he wanted it too. You scooted closer to him, placing your legs to frame his closed knees, putting his face gently in your hands.

His pupils were dilated, shifting to a million places but your voice managed to make him concentrate to your eyes solely. You could hear his heartbeat bumping in his chest.

“Jae, I love you. You have to trust me, ok?”

“Okay” he nodded, eyes wide open and sincere, “I love you too, so much”

You kiss him finally, and the room around you spun even more. The feeling was strangely comfortable, yet your lungs were struggling to do their job. In that moment, it felt like everything in the world was the way it was supposed to be, and you two were a part of that bigger, perfectly orchestrated picture.

He grabbed you by your waist, bringing you over his lap. His fingers danced from your thighs to the zipper of your dress, the cool midnight air spreading goosebumps on your back. You help him out by pulling your straps down, staying in your strapless bra.

“If I knew what was gonna happen tonight I would wear cuter underwear”, you mutter and Jaehyun chuckles. Why did your heart skip a beat at the sound? It’d be a lie to say you hadn’t found yourself staring at your best friend a minute too long in the past, but tonight- Tonight the effect he had on you held an intensity that you’ve never felt before.

“Underwear can only help you out so much. They can’t do wonders”

“Wow Jae, way to make me drier that the Sahara desert”

He dipped back down to your throat, sucking at the soft skin over your collarbones and earning an embarassingly high-pitched moan from you. You felt him smile against your neck as he licked over the nibbled flesh in little circles, wishing he would repeat that motion on another part of your body.

“We’ll see about that”

As if he wanted to prove his point, he grinds you over his erection, lighting your insides on fire. Your dress was short, meaning that you could feel all of him-and it seemed like a whole lot- over your panties that were damping up.

“Show me your tits and I’ll show you mine”

Jaehyun laughed at your comment; ridiculous yet successful at calming his ragged breath down. The buttons of his dress shirt opened one by one, each of them revealing another inch of his smooth chest. His skin was glowing, and his abs proved that puberty was starting to work its wonders on him.

You trace your fingers over two moles on his chest, leaving soft kisses over them. You could feel his pulse on your lips, fast and pumping blood all over his body. Despite his attempts at staying collected over the loss of his virginity, you realized that he was probably as nervous and scared as you are.

“Your turn”, he whispered, bringing you back into the moment. You reach back to unclasp your bra, freeing your boobs, and a smile cracked on your lips at Jaehyun’s reaction.

He stayed frozen and gawking at your chest, hands twitching and not knowing what to do with the sight you so generously offered him. Bringing his hands into your own, you place them over your mounds, guiding him into squeezing them. He continues on his own, pinching your nipples as he leans forward for another kiss, probably to hide his evident blush from you.

The making out continued, leaving you both with only your underpants on. He places you on your back, and starts petting your clit over your panties, the motion so soft it drove you insane. Hungry for more.

You started whining, grinding forwards against his fingers and he chuckled, pulling the fabric away to leave you uncovered. The chilly air was quickly exchanged with the feeling of his warm digits, causing a different kind of shivering.

When he inserted the first finger in you, you felt like your whole body was burning up with a high fever. You’d done this again, with your ex-boyfriend in summer camp but it definitely didn’t feel as sinful and delicious and pleasureable as this. It pulled at a knot in your stomach, begging to be untangled and Jaehyun was taking his sweet time with you. Quick circles on your swollen bud and a nibble on your neck, that’s what it took for him to enjoy you shaking through an orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful”

You looked angelic with the sweat trickling down your chest, skin glowing in the limelight and Jaehyun would just sit and stare if it wasn’t for the tent in his boxers that was screaming for attention. Pulling at the soft fabric, you sprung him free and the boldness that came when you did started to evaporate. It hit you in that moment, that he had seen all of you and now you saw all of him- yes you had been best friends for years but this intimacy was unprecedented. And you liked the feeling.

You put him in your grasp, moving your fist in a pivoting motion with his precum as your lubricant. He throws his head back with a grunt that almost made you cum a second time and urged you to pick up the pace. Unsure of what to do next, you licked your other palm and started to massage his balls hoping he liked it. He did by the sound of his moans, but stopped you abruptly, scaring you that you accidentally did something wrong in your inexperience.

“If you continue like this I’m gonna cum. Let’s do this“

You swallow on nothing and reach to your jacket on the floor for the condoms your mum gave you.

“Want a pink one? A green maybe? Blue?”, you joke and he pets your hair lovingly, looking down at you.

“Blue. Your favourite colour”

You smiled warmly at his response, satisfied with your decision to share this moment with your best friend. With someone who knew you so well.

Unwrapping the plastic, you placed the rubber over his hardness with shaking hands, following the instructions as best as you could. Jaehyun leaned down over you, planting a dozen kisses over your face as he positioned himself over your entrance.

“Ready?”

You nodded, giving him permission to dip his tip in, the first inches stretching you out nicely. The wetness caused by your orgasm helped your situation a lot, the slickness allowing him to dive a little deeper. Then, the stinging started, making you hiss and he kissed you immediately, trying to soothe you.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m sorry. We have to go through the hard part now ok?”

The nickname playing over and over again in your head gave you the patience needed to endure him bottoming out, along with the first thrusts. It was uncomfortable, but the feeling of him inside you, of the two of you coming together as one, released some chemical in your brain that made most of the pain go away. He took his fingers from your hips to gently pat away the teardrops staining your cheeks.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing so well”

His words and the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls drew a moan out of your half open mouth, the sound carrying on the air you two shared and landing on Jaehyun’s lips. There was a tension on your belly and something told you it wasn’t just physical, more like an emotional revelation, a fire already ignited but flared up by this incident. Your feelings towards your childhood friend, a love that was more than platonic.

For you, at least.

Jaehyun was young and you felt so tight around him that he didn’t take long to finish. He pulled out last minute, taking the condom out and spilling spurts of his cum all over your stomach. It earned a scowl and an eyebrow raise from you but the way he apologized, saying you “looked too beautiful to resist”, was too cute to stay mad at.

You laid back on his bed, holding hands and trying to register what just happened. The ocassional car drove by, the lights illuminating Jaehyun’s eyes that you noted were glossy. Maybe it was just as intense for him, you thought and squeezed his hands a little tighter.

“Jae”, you whispered, gaining his attention, “We will still be best friends after this, right?”

“Forever”

Forever must have a different meaning in the Jungs’s dictionary, because after that night, Jaehyun was unreachable. You tried to text him, call him, only to be ignored and faced with stupid excuses.

You thought long and hard about why your best friend suddenly decided to ghost you. Maybe he didn’t like the sex. Understandable, since it was your first time, but it’s not like you promised him a night of mind blowing love making or anything. You decided that he probably felt too awkward to talk to you after that night and you told yourself to give him some space.

Three days passed, then another, then a week and still no sign of Jaehyun. Tired of the radio silence and irritated by his attitude, you got ready to visit him at his house, confront him one-on-one.

No, you didn’t wear your favourite perfume for him. It just so happened that you chose to put on that dress he had complimented you on before. You didn’t hope for him to call you beautiful again, or have a retake of the prom night fun. The butterflies in your stomach were probably the heavy lunch you ate. Yes, it was all coincidental.

You walked down the stairs with a pep in your step, storming through your parents in the kitchen.

“And were are you going so happy, young lady?”, your dad chirps and you smile at him.

“I’m gonna go see Jaehyun real quick!”

“Real quick? To a different country? He came back already?”

You stilled at the sound of your mother’s words, confused.

“A different country? I’m going down the street to the Jungs, mom”

“Honey, the Jungs are there but not Jaehyun. He moved abroad to study Business. Didn’t he tell you?”

The ground beneath your feet seemed to melt and pull you under the third level of hell. How could he get accepted to a university and not tell you? How could he move countries and not even say goodbye? How dare he make you fall in love with him, give you the best night of your life and then leave you hanging like that?

You ran upstairs to your room, wailing in what seemed like a mixture of rage and sadness. You felt so dumb, in your sundress and shaved pussy and cute underwear you chose out for him. It was all so, so unfair and the feeling ate you alive. The feeling that you hated Jung Jaehyun.

So now, when he stands from across the room, all suited up but with the additional rank of CEO on his shoulders you couldn’t believe that it was him.

Your portfolio did get you into an art school after all, majoring in product design. Your innovative work of rebranding the latest releases, taking on the aesthetic part of the marketing, landed you a great deal in J industries. The product was good and your skills were better, so when the sales went off the roof you weren’t surprised. What you didn’t expect however, was that the boss of your boss, who was currently staring at you from across the launch party, was your childhood best friend.

Ex-best friend.

“Damn, y/n, Mr. Jung hasn’t taken his eyes off of you all night, huh?”, said Sook, the assistant marketing director who was working by your side on the project.

“Well, he should have come over and congratulate me by now. I did help save his company”

She laughed lightly, unaware for how deeply rooted your dislike for the man really was. You continue your conversation when you suddenly see her turn visibly tense, sweeping her hands on the front of her dress. Oh, you should have watched what you wished for.

“M-Mr. Jung, how are you enjoying this party? This is y/n, she did most of the designs for the campaign-”

Eyes widening in shock, you get lost in some passerbys, meddling with the other coworkers in the gathering. Sook left a little yelp when she realized you had dissolved into thin air in seconds. You could still faintly hear her apologizing merrily.

“Oh I swear she was sitting right next to me Mr. Jung”

Chatting up with friends and even strangers, you made sure you never stayed in the same place for too long. Jaehyun’s eyes were still boring holes into your face no matter where you went, a smirk plastered on his own every time he caught you checking out for him.

In a last attemp to turn invisible, you find cover on a small couch, slightly hidden by some ballon decorations and you shoved a book to your face, faking interest. But alas, a dip in the furniture next to you and the familiar woody smell soon rang a bell of danger in your head.

“You know your book is upside down, right?”

Wincing at your fatal mistake, you turn around to be faced with a pair of brown eyes you thought you’d never see again. You noticed how they’re glowing in pride and ambition and remembered how they shined that night from tears, how you tried to read through him, just like now.

“Jung. Got bored of your little staring game?”

Jaehyun had grown an inch or two since you last saw him, you notice, standing even taller in his exemplary posture. He still stuck with his long hairstyle, locks styled back sleekly and exposing his defined cheekbones. His skin was even paler than usual, glowing in the dark room. Being a CEO probably meant staying inside a lot, making tanning for his complexion almost impossible.

“Considering you applied to my company, y/n, I figured you’d come to me now as well”

Why was he using that voice around you? You‘d made fun of him numerous times in the past for that deep tone, only coming up when he was trying to woo some girl.

“I didn’t know it was your dumb company”, you start, rolling your eyes in annoyance, “I’m surprised you even remember my name”

“How could I forget the girl I went to prom with?” And took my virginity, you wanted to add but knew he censored his words on purpose. “Also, Sook mentioned your name like, five minutes ago”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about”

His silence was uncomfortable, thickening the atmosphere even more. You saw regret and guilt in his features, lips struggling to find the right words and hands fumbling with his tie.

“I know you’re mad, rightfully so. But please, come over to my place for a drink. For old time’s sake”. The deep voice was persistent and that’s when you realized that Jaehyun wasn’t a teenager anymore. So many years had passed since that summer, enough to mature you both physically and emotionally, yet the wound stung still so freshly.

“You can’t just choose when to re-enter my life so easily”, you huffed and started to walk away from him, when you felt his fingers wrapping gently around your wrist.

“y/n, please. I’ve missed you. One drink, that’s it”

It was so annoying, you thought as you entered his condo, how his dimples were still so effective at convincing you. It was quite luxurious, definitely bigger than your apartment and by the looks of the fancy furniture, his hard work as CEO surely paid off.

“You like it?”

“Not as much as your treehouse but it’s okay”, you reply him and he grins at the reminiscence of your old shenanigans as children.

“I’ll bring the wine”

You snooped around a bit more, examining the decorations of his living room. It was quite minimalistic, an abstract painting or two, a weird sculpture, no family pictures in sight. You always hated places like that, so lifeless, so impersonal. Jaehyun had too rich of a personality for that.

He sat on his leather couch, placing two glasses of white wine in front of him and motioning you to sit down as well. You took a seat as far away from his as possible and he winced at the distance you kept, now also turning physical.

Jaehyun started a conversation by asking you about your work at the company, then moving on to your personal life. You politely answered him, even joked about how single you are. He started recounting the start of his company, how he got the idea to begin from scratch and the hardships that came with it. As it was expected from the bachelor’s vibes his place emitted, CEO position didn’t allow for enough free time for him to meet someone new, let alone something serious. Your little meet up seemed to be going well. Too well to be exact. One glass down and you finally had enough of feigning ‘happy old friends catching up’.

“Why did you bring me here Jaehyun? Really bring me here”

The man sighed at your tone, running his fingers through his hair and messing their gelled-up styling. Getting up from his position, he finishes up his second glass and sits closer to you, body facing yours.

“I guess... I owe you an apology. For back then. I should have told you I’m moving abroad”

“Yes, Jaehyun, you should have. Especially after what we did before you left”

He closed his eyes in shame, glossy after he reopened them. A serious expression darkened his features, looking as solemn as that last night you saw him before his disappearance and hanging from your lips. “Do you regret it? Going through with it?”

“No”, you answer immediately, because it was the truth. All the guys you’ve slept with in your time as an adult, though more experienced than high-school Jaehyun, were missing that one factor that none other than your best friend could offer you. Connection, vulnerability, care. True love.

He sighs, once again, clearly relieved by your answer but still speaking in a bittersweet tone.

“Good, I would really hate myself if you did. I was just, so scared you’d forget about me. I had to know you’d remember me. Then you said this whole thing about wanting to have our first time and-“. You knew it was the wine in his system that caused his rambling. Jaehyun wasn’t one to stumble on his words, definitely not sentimental like that. But alcohol seemed to bring you closer when in need and at the right time so you let it, once again, and you let him finish. “-and you looked so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself. If I knew you’d grow up to look like this I would have never-“

He stopped himself mid sentence, regretting sharing more. You, however, weren’t done with this conversation yet. There were so many years spent repenting your friendship, so many questions running through your head, and you weren’t leaving this room until they got answered.

“If you didn’t want me to forget you that much then why not tell me you got accepted to a university abroad? I was your best friend!”. Your words were emotionally charged, unwillingly making your voice turn up in volume. It was as if you turned back into the little girl crying in her bedroom, finally getting the chance to say all those things she was screaming in her pillow. “I would be so happy for you, I loved you”

“Yes you did! You literally said that every single day!”, Jaehyun yelled back, startling you, “And every single time it was as if you jabbed a knife in my chest! Did you know how much it killed me? To hear this from my best friend I’d been in love with for the past 10 years?”

“You- you were in love with me?”, you ask dumbly, voice light in disbelief, a stark difference from Jaehyun’s a second ago.

He settled his breathing, hands fixing his hair once again in abashment.

“I knew that if I told you I had to go abroad you would get all sad and start crying and I wouldn’t be able to see you like that. I knew that the moment you’d tell me you miss me I would drop everything to be with you. That night that we had sex.. I didn’t plan it but I thought it would be better for you if I made you hate me. And when I saw you again today- it felt like not one day had passed since high school. I didn’t know how to approach you, what to say. I’m sorry”

You sat there in shock, connecting the dots in your brain. All the feelings you were trying to repress around him, the lingering glances and butterflies in your stomach, were reqruited all along. You knew exactly what he meant earlier, about time seeming to freeze. The way he looked at you now, all teary eyed and red and shaking was utterly and overwhelmingly the warm Jaehyun that met you every night after school. And you wouldn’t let another day go to waste.

You lean forward, capturing his lips into a kiss long overdue. It was tentative and you started pulling back when he places both hands on the sides of your neck, keeping you from letting go. His fingertips grasp part of your hair and you lean your face sideways, melting into the kiss and his touch. A lick on his bottom lip and now your tongues were touching, groaning at how much better he got at this and wanting to put his skill to better use. Tugging on his soft locks, he moans and his baritone voice made the hairs on your arms stand on edge.

You moved your hands on his chest, palming the defined muscles and deciding you wanted to treat your eyes, ripping his shirt open in one move. Jaehyun grabs the meat of your thighs, hands gripping the edge of your dress and pulling it upwards until it falls over your head. He dipped into your neck immediately, sucking and nibbling passionately right in the middle, your moans sounding breathless with the pressure he puts on your throat. Trailing down, he left a path of open mouthed kisses, now focusing on the mounds of your breasts that your bra wasn’t covering. A flick of his wrist and the piece of underwear was gone, lips surrounding your nipple, releasing it with a loud pop.

You moan out his name and his growl’s animalistic, nails digging on the softness of your hips.

“Fuck I love that sound”

He probably made it a goal to hear it again as he started kissing on your inner thighs, the bruises he left behind teasing you to the point of begging. You lift you hips to discard the skimpy underwear you chose for tonight, Jaehyun’s breath fanning your clit. A few kitten licks and your back is already lifting from the leather, his hands intertwining with yours to keep you in place.

Practice makes perfect and Jaehyun must have had a lot of it, the interchanging of sucking, licking and spitting on your pussy making you lose your mind in the most delicious way. You were in the midst of murmuring a mix of praises when he finally finds that spot that has you trembling under his tongue. Riding out your high, you grind against his face, the pleasure not leaving any room for shame. Chest heaving and vision restored, you glance down at Jaehyun, looking as irresistible as ever wiping his wet lips and chin.

You were fully prepared and willing to return the favor so you motioned him to stand up, positioning the back of your neck over the hand rest of the couch. After opening your mouth wide he got the point, quickly ridding himself off his pants and boxer briefs, spitting profanities at how hot you looked for him right now.

You were upside down, but you could very well see Jaehyun’s hard and angry cock staring back at you. You always thought that maybe, since he was your first, you might have overestimated his size in your head. But your brain apparently hadn’t manipulated that memory in the slightest because that length and grith would definitely be a challenge for you. And hell, did you want to take it on.

He pushes through your lips, and your tongue is quick to engulf him. Licking up and down his shaft as best as you could, made Jaehyun grip the couch in an effort to keep his knees from buckling from pleasure. The position allowed him to push even deeper inside you, filling up your throat. He places his fingers over the bulge on your throat, watching it itently with every move of his hips.

Your eyes teared up and your throat started to burn but the sounds Jaehyun let out with every thrust made it all worth it. He finally pulls out, a string of saliva and precum landing on your lips and he is quick to to clean you up with his fingers. Collecting the wetness, he pushes his digits inside your mouth, and something changes in his glare, eyes darkening in the most lustful expression.

“I need you inside me”, you mumble with his fingers inside of you and he nods, asking if he should go get a condom. You search through the contains of your handbag, hands trembling with the way he is pushed up agaist you, erection digging in the softness of your ass as he’s nibling the skin on your shoulders.

You handed him the square foil and as soon as he takes it in his grasp, he pushed you down to the arm rest, back against the cushion and legs in the air. Moving your hand between your legs, you distracted him by playing with your pussy, speading the juices around and pushing your folds apart to direct him to your opening.

The first thrust felt divine, thick cock filling you nicely and making your head fall back in pleasure. Jaehyun threw your legs over his shoulders, eyes glued to yours as he kissed your calves, picking up his pace. The moans started rolling off your tongue, echoing inside the big lounge and accompanied by the skin slapping sound of your bodies.

“I missed your body so much”, he muttered as he gripped your waist, setting an incredible pace that had your feet flexing. You turned your head to the side, catching your reflection on the huge window leading to the balcony. Tits bouncing, Jaehyun’s flexed arms, his dick digging inside you. What a sight.

“See something you like?”, he chuckled darkly and you smiled up at him, grazing your nails over his biceps.

“Show me something to remember you by”

Jae halted his thrusts, turning you over to your stomach swiftly, ass in the air. He kneaded his hands over your ass, giving it a little spank and spread your cheeks apart. Placing his right knee on the arm rest, he dives inside you again, and the moan you let out barely sounded like you. His cock was so deep inside you that you had to close your eyes to relish the feeling of fullness, amplified by the light pain of the stretch. Jaehyun collected your hair in his fist, pulling your upper body against his chest as he wrapped an arm around your own.

“Open your eyes. See how nicely you take my cock. Think you’ll forget that?”, he growls in your ear, thumb digging in your cheek and palm slightly muting your sounds. The dirty talk, his cock grazing against the spot that drove you crazy and Jaehyun’s godly reflection pounding the shit out of you brought you over the edge again. He didn’t let you take any time off, hips continuing to bruise against you as feverly as before, and you thought you just might combust.

“Jaehyun, p-please, it’s too much”, you plead with as much power is left in your system, and he pulls out, only to start rubbing quick circles over your clit that had you thrashing in his arms.

You melt into his arms, a pressing feeling in your belly that you had never felt before and soon you climax for the third time, droplets of cum squirting out of your pussy and dripping onto the wooden flooring.

“This is so fucking hot”, Jaehyun mutters and starts thrusting inside you, trying to coax as much cum out of you as possible.

The waves keep coming, gushing out of you every time he pulls out, until he can’t take the sight anymore, coming with a shiver and a ragged breath.

You were sweaty and exhausted, smiling faintly as he showered you with kisses.

“Let’s get you cleaned up”

You try to stand up futilely, knees wobbling and unable to keep your balance. Jaehyun chuckles at the sight but helps you up like the gentleman he is, moving you to the floor’s bathroom.

You hop in and he joins you, letting the water run down your body and helping you soap up. It was very intimate but comfortable at the same time, his gentle caresses belonging to your skin. Everything felt right.

He was occupied with running his fingers over two hickeys he had planted on you earlier when you snap him out of his thoughts, voice barely audible over the running water.

“I’m sorry you felt like you had to lie to me to go study abroad. I think it’s pretty obvious after what we just did that I liked you too, but... I still would have let you move. Force you even.”

“You’re right. I’m sor-“

“I mean it Jaehyun. I’m so proud of you”

His eyes glimmered at your praise, wet eyelashes framing them and fluttering closed as he leaned down, pressing the sweetest kiss on your lips. It left you breathless, almost hurting when he pulled back. You could kiss him forever.

“I know you said I can’t just come back to your life like that but I want to try. I’ve seriously missed you”

“How about taking me to a date tomorrow night? To catch up some more”

He grinned brightly, eyes turning into crescent moons and dimples making your heart burst.

“Wherever you want”, he promised and took a step closer to you, hand snaking down your ass and pulling you against his wet body, “And speaking of making up for lost time... How about a round two?”

#jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun angst #nct scenarios #childhood #nct smut #jaehyun nct #nct angst #ceo jaehyun

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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light the fire | one shot

> part of the acquainted series <

summary: namjoon isn't the type to go looking for love. after all, he doesn't have the most exciting track record with women. but when he meets ryujin, something within him comes alive and he's eager to know all about her.

pairing: namjoon x ryujin

genre: slight fluff, smut

words: 4.2k

warnings: [please read after you finish chapter 12 of acquainted] cussing, mature language, implied sexual content, club/bar scene, alcohol consumption, tipsy-slightly rough-unprotected sex, big dick kink, straddling, breast play, oral (m. & f. receiving), after care cuddles

note: my lovely anon - this goes out to you. i hope you enjoy! 💗

Namjoon wasn't necessarily lucky with the ladies. Hence, his stupid little jokes about how Seokjin couldn't even send a lady friend his way even though his ass was engaged. Selfish as hell! But also, he can't really say that he's bothered by it. His story isn't too exciting; he's had the girlfriend that cheated, he's had the girlfriend that wasn't entirely into the relationship as much as he was, he's been rejected by someone who really fell deep for. Same old cliché shit. But just because of all that, doesn't mean he looks for love. He doesn't really care for it much. He figures it'll happen naturally. He's tired of chasing, you know? He's tired of putting himself out there. So for once, he'll just sit back and let it fall right onto his lap.

Literally and figuratively.

The club wasn't really his scene either [I guess when you get older this is the shit you say all the time], but he loved Jungkookie as his little brother that he would do anything for that guy. Plus, it had been awhile since the guys had gotten together like this. He was gonna go and look good, but he wasn't expecting much out of it. He figured he'd grab drinks and get drunk with the boys, sit around or press himself awkwardly against the wall like a true wallflower. Maybe grab a dance with one chick and then call it a night.

He didn't really have plans, honestly.

But that's before he sees Ryujin being all cute, chopping it up with the group and buying shots in her itty bitty dress. It fuels something inside of him, almost pushing him to feel more alive than he has felt in awhile and do something about it. He's really trying to check her out, see what she's about, but Seokjin is in his face with this stupid ass look because he can't stand Jungkook being all up on his girl.

"Whew, a shot for you!" Ryujin yells and beams a bright big smile as she hands him the shot glass. "Ryujin, by the way."

"Namjoon." He takes the shot glass and lightly tips it up in the air. "Thanks for the shot."

"No problem." She smirks at him, quickly looking at him up and down.

"It's his 23rd birthday today!"Namjoon hears Hoseok yell, grabbing Jungkook's shoulders and playfully massaging it.

"Yeah, it's his birthday Y/N! Give the boy some love!" Ryujin turned to wink from where she was at. Namjoon edges himself a little closer to the bar to be near her, watching as she begins to lightly flirt around with Yoongi. Ryujin feels his arm lightly brush up against hers, causing her to turn her attention back on him.

"Isn't it weird to run into your professor and his friends here?" Namjoon breaks the ice, causing her to chuckle.

"Not at all. We're not in a classroom or anything sooo technically, he's not my professor right now."

"Touché. I'll give you that." Namjoon smiles before taking his shot to the neck while Ryujin watched. He caught her eyes eyeing his neck, back up to his lips, then his eyes. The confidence in him was slowly growing, and the alcohol was for sure going to make him a little bolder tonight with her presence. "Wanna save me a dance later?" He goes for it.

"Yeah, of course." She does her little smirk before she skidaddles off. Namjoon watches her pretty closely all night, even if it doesn't look like it. But he is. He catches her looking over and he can tell that she's raving to you about him. But he also catches her being a flirt with one of your friends. Taehyung, is what he assumes? He grabs his name by the way she almost whines it repeatedly. Then he catches her throwing it back onto Yoongi and how Yoongi is also really enjoying it. It'll be his turn soon though, and now he went from having zero plans, to plans that involved getting her number and making something out of this, whatever that was.

"You alright?" Joon checks on Jin since Jungkook is nowhere to be found near the group. He could at least do that before he's off, leaving him to sit here alone at the table.

"Yeah, I'm good." Is all Jin says. Namjoon doesn't pry any more and instead, makes his way over to Ryujin, who is standing around with Jimin.

"Ready for that dance?" She smiles at him, gladly taking his hand to the dance floor and immediately starts to grind up on him. Namjoon holds her close, his hands pressed against her hips as he follows her rhythm. He's pretty tipsy, but he can tell Ryujin is drunk - maybe even a little past that stage. She's getting touchy, her hands are roaming against his body and his neck, her touch sending goosebumps down his body. He lets it happen though, his body slightly feeling a little too happy with her touch. They've danced to almost two or so songs now, Namjoon can't remember. He's too focused on her.

"Wow, have you always been such a good dancer?" She turns to face him, his hands still wrapped around her waist.

"I wouldn't say I'm good." He chuckles.

"I would think again." She cocks her head to the side and cutely looks at him. He smiles back, his dimples piercing his cheeks. Out of all guys tonight, Ryujin finds him the most enticing. Usually, she's not one to feel intimidated and tends to take the ropes when it comes to men. She doesn't like to be handled and she'll gladly let you know. But Namjoon?

She was intimidated. His piercing eyes, his slicked back hair, his build. He could gladly take control entirely and she'd let him.

Not that he purposely came off intimidating. But whatever he was doing, she liked it.

"So." He breaks the silence. "May I grab your number?" He asks politely, afraid to come off too forceful, or like a cocky asshole. That was not the look he was trying to go for.

"Of course." She grabs his phone and puts in her number before making her way back to the group.

"Wait, you're not gonna give me one last dance?" He playfully jokes, gently grabbing her wrist.

"Can't let you have me all to yourself, right?" She smirks before making her way towards Jimin and Taehyung. He watches as her hips sway back and forth, her short hair bouncing with every move she makes. Taehyung playfully pulls her close and brushes the hair out of her face, only for her to smack his hand away.

Damn.

That fire in her, Namjoon liked. Normally, this isn't how he'll pick up girls he's truly interested in, but she was different. Different from what he's used to handling. Different from his past. Different from the girls he typically goes for.

And he liked that shit.

[Namjoon] 8:39pm: When are we gonna hang out? I wanna kick it with you. :)

[Ryujin] 8:40pm: You're gonna make time for me? Lol

[Namjoon] 8:45pm: Who said I was busy? If anything, you're the busy bee here.

[Ryujin] 8:47pm: Lol. I just get caught up with my friends, to be honest.

[Namjoon] 8:48pm: I get that.

[Ryujin] 8:50pm: Come up with something, then let me know time and place, Namjoon.

[Namjoon] 8:55pm: I like a challenge!

[Ryujin] 9:03pm: Good, then I'll be waiting. :)

Except, no he fucking doesn't like challenges cause now he doesn't know what else to do? He's not the most creative with dates, and he's always stuck by the cliché let's grab dinner or let's get coffee type of shit. Not cause he didn't wanna put in effort - he simply just didn't know how to be creative enough.

That was last night.

It's about to be lunch time on a Saturday morning, Namjoon mainly worried about getting some coffee before he sits and just brainstorms all day. It sounds dumb, but he really wanted to hang out with her. He was gonna try, but there were no promises he'd stray completely away from cliché hangout spots.

Namjoon makes his way to his favorite coffee shop down the street, greeting the usual baristas with his 100 watt smile and deep dimples. He comes here so often he doesn't need to say anything. The baristas already know him well enough to have his order ready on the register just so he can pay and pick it up on the other end.

"Nice day out today, Namjoon! Any plans today?" One of the cute baristas asks as she places the lid on his drink.

"Sure is. Uh, I don't know yet, we'll see. Definitely don't want this day to go to waste." He tips his cup as another thank you before heading towards the entrance. Hopefully he'd get it together and find a way to meet up with Ryujin. He really wanted it to be different but at this point, he didn't think—

"Wohhh, sorry!" A female says as she lightly brushes his shoulder.

"Ryujin?" Namjoon furrows his brows as he lightly turns to face her.

"Oh my god, hey! In that case, sorry not sorry." She laughed, making him chuckle at the corny shit that just came out of her mouth.

"Do you come here often, or something?" Which is a dumb question cause he would have definitely known if she did.

"No, I was just in the area, thrifting." She shrugged. "What happened to the challenge, sir? I've been waiting for you." She smirked.

"Ah, yeah." He scratches his head nervously. "To be honest, I'm pretty bad at being creative and planning something unique. I really wanna do something different for you and I was planning to sit my ass down all day to figure it out."

"That's cute, seriously."

"But, since we're here and I really do apologize for how cliché this is, do you wanna sit and have coffee? I can grab you some." He nods towards the entrance.

"I'd love that." He nods as he smiles toothlessly and places his cup down on an outside table.

"Anything specific?"

"Anything sweet, please. I can't do bitter shit." He laughs and nods.

"Got you. Sit tight." He runs back in to grab her their specialty red velvet latte and a fruit danish to snack on. He didn't really believe in that whole things happen for a reason or this is a sign type of shit. He was more so of a take it as it comes kind of guy - go with the flow kind of guy.

But was this a fucking sign?!

How was he just thinking about her before she literally ran into him?

He looked down at himself and checked out his outfit. Grey sweats. Grey hoodie. Jean jacket. Beanie.

Great.

She must be so woo'd right now.

"Looks like you have plans after all." The barista giggles.

"Uh, yeah. Can't waste the day, right?" He does a light jog back outside to Ryujin, who is sitting there looking at the busy street. "Here you go, madam." He pulls out the chair and sits in front of her.

"Thanks." He watches as she takes a sip, her eyes lighting up as she nods happily. "Oh my gosh, yum! Red velvet?"

"Sure is."

"I'm impressed. Good pick." She smiled as she held the cup close to her lips.

"Thank you." He pretends to bow and wave to a fake audience, causing her to chuckle. "Were you just thrifting today? Any other plans?"

"Yeah, randomly got in the mood. Other than that, no. I-uh, Y/N isn't around this weekend so to be honest, I'm kind of bored and lost without her."

"Stuck at the hip, huh?"

"Pretty much. My older sister has her own family now so she's always busy. We don't get to hang out much just the two of us anymore."

"Why don't you make plans in advance?"

"True, but you know, mom life." Ryujin shrugs as Namjoon nods.

"Where's Y/N at?" He knew the answer, he just wanted to know if Ryujin knew. Which, at this point, seems like a no brainer.

"Uh, away."

"Seokjin?" Namjoon flatly says.

"Um, yeah. I guess."

"I do know about them."

"So you already knew she was in LA with him?"

"Yeah, just wanted to see if you knew." She laughed.

"Obviously. That girl can't get anything past me."

"Same." He pauses. "I mean with Seokjin."

"So, what else do you have planned today?" Ryujin flips the switch.

"Nothing. Besides brainstorming." She laughed.

"You don't have to brainstorm, this is perfect."

"Mmm, but cliché right?" She shook her head.

"Just perfect." She looked up. "Look, the day is perfect. Sun is out, no cold wind. We're enjoying coffee. What's wrong about that?"

"I wanted to impress you." He shyly says.

"So far, I am." He wasn't expecting that, but he was glad to hear it. The conversation carried on about their families and friends, their likes and dislikes. Namjoon found that they had more in common than he thought. She liked similar things and knew a lot about the things he talked about. He was genuinely impressed by her and was curious as to where things could go.

Close to an hour and a half has passed since the two sat and talked, both really having no plans for the rest of the day. Ryujin enjoyed talking to Namjoon and felt comfortable with him. It was hard to stay away from his energy and she only craved more of it.

"Since you don't have any other plans today, do you wanna kick it at my apartment? We can fire up the PS4 and go at it on Mortal Kombat or something." She laughs.

"Cute. Yeah, let's do it. Just know I'll destroy your ass though." She cutely shrugs as she picks up her things and tosses her trash.

"Mmmkay, we'll see about that." He nods confidently. He sends her the address, which isn't far from where they're at and Ryujin gets there almost simultaneously as he does. She follows him up to his apartment, the building quiet and on a hill amongst other apartment buildings and homes.

His apartment is pristine, clean from inch to inch and smelled like a combination of woody, floral scents. He throws his keys onto the kitchen counter before removing his denim jacket and hanging it against his couch. The apartment is warm and welcoming, and Ryujin instantly makes herself comfortable by throwing off her shoes and hanging her jacket next to his on the couch. She tosses her bag on the side of the couch as she plops next to him. He actually turns on the PS4 and hands her a controller, her excitement already peeking through the roof.

They pick up quite a few rounds, both Ryujin and Namjoon screaming at the top of their lungs when rounds intensify. By the time it's evening, Namjoon and Ryujin had gone through two bottles of wine and demolished pasta takeout. She was still pretty drunk, sitting prettily on his couch while his arm draped over her shoulders as Friends with Benefits continued to play on his TV screen.

"Are you actually watching this movie?" She giggled as her head fell onto his shoulder playfully.

"Maybe. Or maybe not."

"Hey, pick an answer!"

"You'll never know, I guess."

"Namjoon!" She playfully hits him.

"Ow." He whines, massaging his buff ass chest. "I am but you're distracting me."

"What? How am I distracting you?!" She sits up to face him, her hair slightly messy from how she had been laying on his shoulder.

"You're just too cute." He chuckled.

"I'm not even doing anything." She pouts.

"Yeah, see. Like that. That's the distraction." He points at her pouty face. "You're too fucking cute for me and it's getting really hard to contain myself." He says boldly.

"Hm, is that so?" Ryujin teased. "Then why contain yourself?"

"Because I don't wanna mess up here & do the wrong thing."

"I promise you won't."

"Really now?" He turns to look at her. It's silent for a minute before Ryujin lets the alcohol and tipsyness take complete control of her body. She edges her face closer to his, gently laying a kiss on his lips. He returns the kiss, deepening it as his hand grips onto the back of her head. Her hand is resting against his neck, but she pushes herself forward in order to straddle his lap. The kiss is intense, their tongues aggressively fighting for dominance as if they both had been waiting for this moment the entire time. Namjoon's hands begin to roam down her back, down to her ass, lightly gripping as she edges her hips into his. She lets out a small moan, feeling how quick he's hardening under his sweats.

"Fuck." She whispers in between kisses. "Please just take me." I mean honestly, he's fine as fuck, and she's tipsy. Why wouldn't she take this opportunity? Taehyung wasn't going to and she was over it. She was gonna do her and go after a real ass man. We see you, Namjoon.

"Gladly." Namjoon responds, holding onto her tightly as she wraps her legs around his torso while he makes his way to the bedroom. He gently places her onto his bed, his body climbing on top of hers as she pulls him in for another kiss. Clothes are being torn off and tossed across his room, and it isn't long before Namjoon's hands are caressing her naked body, gently gripping her breasts and giving them a good squeeze. Ryujin lets out a hiss as her back slightly arches at his warm touch. He begins to place kisses in a straight line, down her neck, in between her breasts, her stomach, her abdomen and on top of her pussy. He teases her and makes his way back up to play with her breasts, her eyes shutting tightly from the sensation of his tongue toying with her nipples, one by one. He lets go with a pop, lightly blowing a breath of air onto her wet nipples, sending goosebumps down her entire body.

Namjoon makes his way back down, biting his bottom lip as his fingers start to gently massage her clit and her folds, swiping them up and down just to get a little taste of how wet she is.

"Oh shit." He says, turned on by how wet she is.

"Do something about it." She moans, her teeth piercing her bottom lip. He smirks before he lowers his mouth to latch onto her clit, sucking gently as he inserts two digits into her core. He begins with a steady pace, pumping his fingers in and out, the sounds of her wetness bouncing off of his room walls. "Naaaamjoon." She mewls, touching a breast as her other hand grips his sheets. He adds his tongue, intensifying the moment as he picks up his pace with his fingers, stretching her out as much as he can. It's a beautiful sight from his view, and he's loving every fucking moment of it.

It's not long before she's gripping his hair, her body squirming on the bed, but Namjoon is trying his hardest to keep her steady by placing his arm on top of her stomach.

"Oh my fucking god!" She yells. "I'm gonna fucking cum." She says, almost groaning as her back continues to arch even with his arm steady on her stomach. He nods into her clit, sucking and shaking his head left to right in hopes to send her over the edge. She screams louder, her moan definitely heard outside with the way his windows are slightly open. But, he doesn't give a fuck. He wipes his mouth as he wastes no time tapping his tip onto her throbbing pussy, her body still trembling from the aftershocks radiating throughout her body. "Yes, give it to me. Want you to fill me up." She looks at him, lust filled in her eyes as she grabs his hardened member and begins to stroke him. She gets on her knees quickly, her ass slightly up as she bends forward to give his tip a little kiss. She wraps her mouth on his length, moving her tongue up and down before she releases by the tip with a pop. She begins to suck him quickly, her head bobbing up and down as his eyes are rolling back. He grips her hair, pulling her head away before he cums all over her mouth, not ready to blow his load yet.

"Fuck, you're so fucking hot." He groans as his head tilts back in pleasure. "I'll give it to you real good."

"Please." She begs, as she lays back, almost inserting his member inside herself. God, was he fucking big. She was so turned on, she couldn't wait for him to stretch her the fuck out and destroy her. He takes his cock into his own hands, inserting it gently, just to make sure he didn't hurt her in any way. In which, she obviously doesn't get hurt and is instead moaning loudly for Namjoon to keep going. As soon as he bottoms out, he begins to pull back slowly before thrusting into her aggressively. His hands grip her thighs as her heels are planted on the bed, leaving red marks on her skin every time he accidentally loosens his grip. "Just like that!" She yells. "Ugh, Namjoon."

"Shit, I'm not gonna last if you keep moaning my name like that. You're so tight around my dick."

"Namjoon, please. Keep fucking me." She begs. "Wanna feel you." He groans as he picks up his pace, the sound of skin against skin now filling his room loudly. "Close." She mumbles before she begins to moan incoherently.

"Ohhhhhh fuck." He moans, his fingers now digging into her thighs as he holds her legs closely to him while thrusting. She screams his name at the same time her walls are constricting around his member, causing him to reach his climax and allow it to completely take over his body. He grips tightly, groaning as his head falls, releasing every last bit of cum he has to give. He slowly lets out a few more thrusts as he rides out his high, her hips moving in tandem with his.

"Shit, Namjoon. That was so good." He chuckles, grabbing some tissue to help clean her up before himself. He throwns on his shirt and sweats, throwing her one of his shirts to wear to make her a little more comfortable. She happily takes it and puts it on, his scent on his shirt filling her nostrils.

"Yeah? Tell me more." She throws one of his pillows at him as he lets out a loud laugh in typical Namjoon fashion.

"Fuck, my legs."

"I'll gladly take responsibility for you not being able to walk tomorrow." He winks.

"Oh, please." She playfully shoves him aside as he plops next to her on the bed.

"Wanna watch a movie in here?"

"Sure." She says, watching Namjoon get up to shut everything down in his living room. How they went from coffee to fucking each other's brains out? They didn't know, but they can also agree they didn't regret a thing. But honestly, she wasn't expecting to stay over, and she was mentally prepared to get up and leave around 2am or whatever. She was just used to that kind of treatment, with the way she used to fuck around. It's been awhile since she's done this, even though she jokes around a lot about plotting and getting dick. She had been wrapped up in her feelings, questioning whether or not she actually had it for Taehyung.

But tonight kind of just proves that she doesn't, because she isn't looking for him nor is she worried for him. It's not like he was ready for anything serious any time soon, either. Boy didn't have a problem showing that.

Even though she expects nothing, she doesn't realize she falls asleep in his arms during the middle of Spiderman: Homecoming and only reality only hits her when she's awoken by the sound of her phone blaring her ringtone on the nightstand next to her. She grabs it, checking the caller ID before quickly rolling up in his bed.

"Everything okay?" He asks, his voice super husky as he's barely even awake. His arms flops to the side when she gently removes it as she stands, eyeing the room for her clothes.

"Yeah. I hope. It's Y/N. I need to pick her up." She says quickly throwing on her clothes. She's rushing because she can tell you were crying heavily over the phone and she's afraid of what might have happened to you. Nothing worries her more than her bestfriend being in trouble or distress. "I had fun, really. Call you later when things settle?"

"Hope she's good." He nods as he watches her fly out of his room and to the front door.

Fuck.

Was it bad to feel addicted already?

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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years

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lost time (chapter eight)

MASTERLIST

pairing: rafe cameron x oc

warning: cursing

wordcount: 4.2k it’s been a while buckle up

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Rafe showed up to class on Monday with more nerves than he ever had, unsure of what Sophie’s reaction would be. After having a long heart-to-heart with James and Colin (though he would never call it that), he had come to terms that maybe, just maybe, he liked Sophie Flint more than a friend. He was determined to try, telling himself he would be patient when she would try to argue like always and that he would give it a chance. For once.

Sophie didn’t seem to get the memo.

She barely greeted him, only offering a half-smile when she sat next to him - unusually late, only there one minute until class was meant to start. “Running late today?” Rafe elbowed her with a grin.

“Guess so.” She shrugged, head down as she started scrawling into her notebook while their professor started teaching.

He frowned, caught off guard by her cold demeanor, given that they were cuddled together in a bed just under 48 hours ago. “Just teasing, Soph.”

She nodded, keeping her eyes down. “I know.”

The rest of the class continued like that, Rafe resisting every single urge in his body to tear off a piece of paper and slide her a note. (She’d probably find it annoying, and it wasn’t middle school, anyways.) At the end of class, she didn’t even bother to pack her bag, just gathered her things into her arms and hurriedly left before he even had a second to say goodbye. As promised, he met James to walk to their next class together, looking completely lost.

“How’d it go?” James asked Rafe with a grin, reaching out to knuckle his fist against Rafe’s hair.

Rafe ducked out from under him and shoved his arm away, scowling. “Not good. She barely even looked at me, let alone talked to me.”

“Oh.” James frowned. “Maybe she was just tired? It is kind of early.”

“Nah, she at least smiles at me. Or have some smart comeback and she didn’t even try today.” Rafe rubbed the back of his neck, thinking about how she avoided him.

“Huh. Text her and see if she’s okay.” James urged.

“She probably wouldn’t like that.” Rafe hesitated, but took out his phone anyways. “I don’t want her to think I’m annoying.”

“Then wait and text her later today. It’ll be fine, dude, don’t stress about it.”

“I’m not stressed!” Rafe argued.

James rolled his eyes and grabbed Rafe’s wrist, not letting go when Rafe objected and shoved up his sleeve. He inspected the peeling leather on Rafe’s watch band and dropped his arm, shaking his head. “You scratch up the leather on this when you’re stressed out. And those are new marks.”

Rafe yanked his sleeve back down over the watch. “I didn’t think you picked up on that.”

“Well Colin pointed it out first, but now I notice whenever you do it.” James shrugged. “It’s Sophie. She’ll come around.”

“How are you so sure about this?”

James shrugged again. “Like we said yesterday. You two are like, magnetic or some shit. There’s no way it won’t work out.”

“He didn’t say a single thing to me all class!” Sophie exclaimed the second she walked through the door, huffing as the door slammed shut behind her.

Both Allie and Julia lifted their heads from their work at their desks, completely unfazed by her loud entrance. She had recapped the events of the night (that she could remember, at least) yesterday morning over brunch, several mimosas, and they both had to talk her down from marching over to the Delt house right that second and asking for answers from Rafe.

“Not one thing?” Julia asked, skeptical.

Sophie flopped down dramatically onto the beanbag in the corner. “Well, okay, maybe a few things, but that was it. It’s like he didn’t even try.”

Allie raised her eyebrows and shut her laptop. “What exactly did he say, Soph?”

“He asked if I was running late, because, you know, I showed up later -”

“So you wouldn’t have to talk to him.” Julia pointed out.

“Only because he didn’t text me at all!” Sophie cried out, shooting a pointed glare her way. “And then he said he was just teasing and that was it.”

“Did you give him room to respond?” Allie asked gently, trying to get her to see through her flawed logic.

Sophie huffed, crossing her arms. “Probably.”

“Oh, probably, that’s a solid answer.” Julia rolled her eyes. “Look, do you want something with him or not?”

“I…” Sophie faltered, thinking. “I mean, maybe, but not if he can’t even text me after we slept together.”

“Well how big is he?” Julia grinned.

Allie reached across the desk, swatting her arm. “Jules!”

“What?!”

Sophie groaned, covering her face as a blush bloomed on her cheeks. “I don’t even know, guys, I told you I can’t remember anything after we got back to his house. I just remember trying to kiss him and then I woke up in his t-shirt.” She gasped. “Oh my god.”

“What’s wrong?” Julia frowned.

“What if I was that bad? Oh god, what if I was genuinely so terrible that he literally never wants to talk to me again? I can’t really walk when I’m drunk, so I’m probably not even good at fucking -”

“Stop, stop!” Allie laughed, throwing a pencil at her from across the room. “I don’t want to hear the details. Are you even sure you hooked up?”

“Yeah, why else would I be wearing his shirt?” Sophie reasoned. Her phone chimed and she froze, holding it up. “It’s Rafe. Should I open it?”

“Yes, stupid, open the text!” Julia exclaimed, scooting her chair closer to see the phone.

“Be nice!” Sophie scowled, unlocking her phone - and her jaw dropped. “Oh no.”

“You are so dramatic.” Allie giggled, walking over to see. “What’d he say?”

“Um...I might have made a mistake.” Sophie groaned, turning her phone to show two texts from Rafe yesterday, and one that had just been sent.

Rafe, 8:30am Sunday: Everything okay? You didn’t need to leave

Rafe, 4pm Sunday: Hope you’re feeling alright today

Rafe, 10:15 Monday: Are you okay?

Julia snorted. “Way to leave him on read, Soph.”

“Jules.” Allie chided, frowning.

“This is bad, isn’t it.” Sophie bit her lip, embarrassed.

“It doesn’t look great.” Allie admitted. “But hey! He still checked in on you just now! You can make up for ignoring him.”

“It wasn’t on purpose!” Sophie defended, already typing back a message.

“Wait, don’t look too eager.” Julia tried grabbing at the phone and Allie swatted her hands away.

“Don’t listen to her, you’ve been playing hard to get for two and a half years. Eager is fine.”

Sophie paused, glancing between the two of her friends, then sent the text. “Al, if I regret this, I’m blaming you.”

Allie rolled her eyes. “I’d expect nothing less.”

After a moment’s pause with bated breath, her phone chimed again and she grinned, turning the phone away to hide the screen. “Okay, okay, you two can go back to studying.”

Julia laughed, moving away with Allie. “Don’t forget to be nice for once.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sophie stuck out her tongue at Julia, but smiled anyways.

Sophie: yeah I’m good, just tired. sorry I didn’t see your other two texts

Rafe: I was beginning to think you were ignoring me haha

Sophie: no of course not

Rafe: Good

Rafe: Do you want to come study at the house tomorrow night? We can be in the formal room it just seems silly to go all the way to the library when we live so close

Sophie: what do we have to study for?

Rafe: Tomorrow’s Tuesday, did you forget about our running study date lol

Sophie: date huh

Rafe: You know what I mean

Sophie: yes I’d love to come over, I’ll see you at the same time

Once Rafe got Sophie’s final reply, he liked the message then let out a sigh of relief. He hadn’t paid attention to a single thing in his economics lecture, focusing more on texting Sophie and her responses. As their professor dismissed the class, Rafe shut his laptop with a grin, turning to Colin. “Can I -”

“Yes, you can have my notes.” Colin rolled his eyes, walking out with Rafe. “You texting Sophie the whole time?”

“Yeah, she replies slow - wait, how’d you know?”

Colin laughed. “You were grinning like an idiot at your computer during the whole lecture, and you hate this class.”

“Oh.” Rafe tried his best to fight the smile on his face, then shrugged. “We have a date tomorrow.”

“Really, you actually asked her out? Good on you, man,” Colin said.

“Well.” Rafe hedged, rubbing his neck. “Not exactly. She’s just coming over for when we usually study for our class together.”

Colin groaned and shoved Rafe’s arm. “That’s not a date, idiot. Do better.”

“I gotta take it slow!” Rafe protested.

“You’ve had your time taking it slow. Make a real move for once.” Colin said, shaking his head.

Sophie showed up to the Delt house dressed a little nicer than usual, just enough so Rafe would notice, in a sweater and a skirt. She was more nervous than ever, fidgeting with the ends of her hair as she waited on the front porch. Rafe hustled down the stairs the second he got her text, greeting her at the door with a huge grin. “Soph, hey!” He glanced over her appearance, immediately regretting his t-shirt and sweatpants attire.

His grin put her at ease and she relaxed, following him into the house. “Got a hot date after this or something?” He teased, leading her to the formal room where a few other boys were out studying.

“And what if I do?” She challenged, taking a seat opposite him at a table.

He raised his eyebrows, trying his best to not show any sign of disappointment. “Do you?”

She blushed a little but kept his gaze. “I - no. I had a presentation for class.” She lied, embarrassed she had even tried so hard.

“You look good.” Rafe paused. “Really good.”

Sophie bit back a smile, shaking her head a little. “Thank you. Um, we should study, I don’t want to keep you busy for too long.” She slid out her notebook, showing him a few pages of meticulous notes for their debate topic.

His notes, albeit messy, rivaled hers. “You actually prepared.” She said, impressed as she flipped through the pages.

He frowned a little. “I’ve been prepared every time. I’m not gonna let you down, Soph.” The words held more meaning than just talking about the group project and she did her best to ignore it, nodding as she skimmed over his notebook.

She paused, finger on a small note scribbled in the margin. “You wrote down my coffee order?”

Rafe blushed, embarrassed, and snagged back the notebook. “Well yeah, I had to remember it somehow.”

“That’s sweet.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Less about us, more about the ethics of time travel.” He flipped to a fresh page, ready to take down more notes. The two kept up easy conversation for a while, not noticing the time passing as they worked. When Sophie realized she’d been there for over an hour and the conversation was still surprisingly dry, given what had transpired on Saturday, she reached across the table and snapped Rafe’s book shut.

“Look, we should just talk about it.”

“It?” Rafe repeated, raising his eyebrows cluelessly.

“You know.” Sophie hinted, then huffed when he just looked more confused. “You’re gonna make me say it? Fine. Okay, since we slept together, you haven’t - what the fuck are you smiling for!” She scowled, crossing her arms.

He was grinning ear-to-ear but leaned back in his chair, clearly amused. “Sorry, sorry go on.”

“This isn’t funny, Cameron.”

“That’s Mr. Cameron to you.” He teased.

She ignored him, rolling her eyes. “Since we slept together you haven’t said a single thing about it. And whatever, I know I was drunk, but if I was really that bad -"

Rafe couldn’t keep the act up anymore and started cracking up, hardly able to keep eye contact. He doubled over, almost wheezing as he laughed.

“It’s not funny!” Sophie hissed, embarrassed as his loud laughter drew attention from boys walking by.

He swiped his hand across his eyes, shaking his head as he let out a few more chuckles. “Soph, we didn’t sleep together. Not like that.”

Sophie frowned and it was her turn to be confused. “Wait, what?”

“You called me when you were drunk, I picked you up and you wanted to come back here, then you asked for clothes to change into to sleep.” A small blush crept up his neck and he looked a little shy. “Then, um, you asked me to come cuddle but I accidentally fell asleep when you did. And I woke up and you were gone.”

She sat back in her chair, reeling as she processed this new information. “I didn’t sleep with you.”

“Not in anything other than the literal sense, no.”

“Oh.”

“See? Nothing to worry about. You were drunk, I wouldn’t have - you know. I just wanted you safe.”

At those words, she remembered him saying them that night. “And you practically saved my life.”

Rafe paused. “Huh? I mean, you almost stepped out into traffic. But wait, you were hammered, how do you remember that?”

She rolled her eyes. “I remember practically everything even when I’m drinking, what do you mean?”

“Practically everything…” he repeated, slowly. She could practically see the wheels turning in his head at her confession. His jaw dropped. “So you lied! About our first kiss!”

“I...yeah.” Trapped in her lie, Sophie winced. “I don’t know why. I’m sorry, I just didn’t want you to think I go around letting just anyone kiss me when I’m drunk.”

Rafe laughed, shaking his head. “You kissed me, Sophie Flint. Not the other way around.”

She scowled at the name. “Oh, not the full name now, you’re making it sound like I’m in trouble.”

He hesitated, glancing down at his notes before looking back up at her. “Why’d you lie?”

“I was nervous.” She admitted, biting her lip. “Maybe I thought you’d think less of me or something, I don’t know.”

He softened, reaching out across the table to take her hand. She let him, brain fogging over as he rubbed gentle circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. “I’d never think that, Soph.”

She took a moment too long to reply, distracted by his touch. “Okay. Good.”

“Should we finish?” He asked, not letting go of her hand.

She was the first to let go, reluctantly pulling her hand back to her book. “Yeah. Um.” Sophie blushed, flipping through a few pages randomly to give her a moment to think. “Page 54, yeah?”

The second Rafe waved goodbye to Sophie and let the door shut behind her, James and Colin practically ambushed him in the foyer. They had been ‘studying’ in the corner of the formal room, not-so-subtly giving Rafe multiple winks and thumbs up from behind Sophie’s back as they tried eavesdropping on their entire conversation. James clapped Rafe on the shoulder, grinning. “Ask her out yet?”

“No.” Rafe responded, still confused from their conversation. They had gotten nowhere, yet they had also gotten...somewhere? “I held her hand.”

“For two seconds.” Colin rolled his eyes.

“Still something!” James interjected, ever-positive. “But dude, if you want something, you actually have to make a move. Like…” He pretended to lean in with puckered lips and Rafe shoved his head away, rolling his eyes.

“I know, dude. I gotta take it slow.”

“You keep saying that.” Colin pointed out. “When are you actually going to do something about it?”

Rafe scowled. “Get off my back.”

She couldn’t do it. She really couldn’t.

Every single bone in her body wanted to just give in, be nice to Rafe, see if they could be a thing. But that would require letting someone in, being vulnerable, and Rafe Cameron of all people was not who she could do that with. (At least that’s what she told herself.) She could feel herself falling for him, and that freaked her out.

Their study dates had gone from once a week at the library to twice a week at the Delt house. Never at Theta, she wasn’t prepared for the rumors that would fly and hearing girls speculate about a possible relationship. The reality check for her came when Julia called her out for waking up early for class just so she could put on a little extra makeup or make sure her hair wasn’t just thrown in its usual ponytail. “If you like him, just say something.” Allie had encouraged her, trying to give her the push she needed.

Sophie resisted, as usual. “There’s nothing between us.”

They really only needed thirty minutes, max, to knock out their prep for their debate class, but Sophie found herself stretching out the time to an hour and a half, sometimes two. Rafe never seemed to mind, eager to keep discussing the merits of their side of the debate and to just see that spark in her eyes for a little bit longer as she spoke about something she was passionate about.

Today had to be different. She set a timer on her watch the second she stepped through the doors at Delt, following Rafe through to their usual study spot. Sophie told herself she was only allowed to stay the thirty minutes, nothing more, and keep the conversation strictly to work. Maybe even be a little mean, if she had to, to push him away again. (It always worked before.)

“How was your day?” He greeted her with his signature grin and she visibly winced, already feeling herself cave. She sat across from him and glanced at her watch. Twenty-nine minutes. God. She could do that.

“Fine.” She replied shortly, not reciprocating.

He nodded, unaware, and tapped his foot nervously under the table. “That’s good. So I was thinking, if you wanted to, maybe, after studying -"

“I can’t.” She cut him off. “I can’t stay long, I’m busy. Let’s just get this done.”

“Oh - oh. Okay. Sorry.” He apologized needlessly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s whatever.” Sophie dismissed. “So I was thinking we focus our argument on these three main points…”

He tuned her out and just skimmed over the notebook she slid over to him, eyes tracing over the words but not truly reading any of them. Rejected. Huh. He didn’t even get the chance to get the words out, ask her to go get ice cream after. Maybe that would have been a stupid move anyways, considering it was the last week of October in Ohio and only forty degrees outside. Next time he’d think of a better plan, next time he’d -

“Rafe.” Sophie’s annoyed voice snapped him out of his reverie.

He jerked his head up. “Huh?”

She rolled her eyes. “God, were you even listening? Pay attention.”

He resisted a frown, halfway paying attention now as she spoke. Did he do something wrong? He thought they were getting along, flirty even. Maybe he misread the signs. “What’s up with you today?” He asked, more concerned than irritated.

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure? Because your attitude seems like something.” He couldn’t resist pressing her buttons, just once.

“I don’t have an attitude. Just trying to get this stupid homework done.” She snapped back.

He raised his hands in defense, a little taken aback. “Whoa, chill. We can get it done, you don’t have to be rude.”

Sophie softened, just a little, and glanced at her watch again. 23 minutes. Maybe she didn’t have to entirely be an asshole. “Right.”

Rafe held her gaze for a moment, as if trying to read the thoughts running through her mind. “Okay. So I was thinking…” They kept a somewhat civil conversation, strictly related to their class, though Rafe could tell something felt off. She didn’t have the usual teasing lilt in her tone and he was too nervous to even try his typical flirting - his hand grazing against hers, or a sly comment here and there.

After a few minutes of reading together from a new article on Rafe’s laptop, he spoke up. “Hey, Soph -” he started with a hint of a frown.

“Sophie.” She corrected, keeping her eyes trained on the computer.

Rafe’s face fell flat and he pressed his lips together into a thin line, nodding once. “Never mind then.”

“What is it?”

“I said never mind.” He repeated, shaking his head.

The rest of the time was fairly quiet as they scribbled out notes for their arguments, sharing a relevant piece of information every few minutes.

“Why’d you choose architecture?” Rafe asked after a few moments of silence, both of them reading over their textbooks.

“Study, Rafe.” Sophie reprimanded him with a bored tone, keeping her eyes on her book ‘til she finished the page. He glanced over her expression, trying to decide if she was serious or not, then went back to his book.

“I thought it was cool. I like seeing the way things work, how buildings are crafted. Everything has a purpose.” She spoke after a moment.

He smiled. “That’s cool. I can tell you like it.”

“You hardly know me,” Sophie pointed out.

(Not true. He could read her like a book after all these years, knowing exactly when she was about to snap. She could do the same.)

He frowned, feeling her putting up a wall, her typical defense mechanism when she didn’t want to admit the truth. “I think I do.” He argued, keeping her gaze. She rolled her eyes and broke eye contact first, dropping her eyes back to her book.

He sighed, quietly, and returned to pretending to read.

Sophie broke the silence this time. “Why are you studying film?”

He looked up, a little surprised she was taking interest. “Uh…” he trailed off, trying to think of how best to phrase it. “Movies were always my escape. If my dad was busy with work, y’know, like usual, he’d just throw on a movie for me and my sisters.” He smiled, thinking back. “I’m pretty sure I have Hercules memorized by heart now.”

“That’s cool. My favorite Disney movie was Robin Hood.” Sophie mused, scribbling a couple notes in the margins of her book. She tried her best to keep an impassive composure, although she wanted nothing more inside than to spend hours just talking about his interests and seeing the way he beamed when she was interested too.

“I never really liked him. Didn’t he steal from people?”

“Not really, he stole from the tax collector and gave the money to the poor people.” She pointed out.

“Oh.” Rafe paused, not sure if he wanted to continue the argument. “System’s in place for a reason, right?”

Sophie wrinkled her nose, annoyance creeping into her tone. There was something about his indifference that made her just want to reach across the table and shake some sense into him. “Not when the government is creating an illegitimate tax system.”

He shrugged. “Dunno. Guess I never watched that closely.”

“Well I’m right, anyways.” She declared, lifting her chin a little in a challenge.

“It doesn’t matter anyways, Flint, it’s a cartoon.” Rafe replied, slightly exasperated. There it was - back to last names. For some reason, it made Sophie madder than ever. She hated the way it rolled off his tongue so easily, like he knew her by nothing else.

“It does matter, Cameron, it’s the principle of the thing.” She turned up her nose haughtily toward him, crossing her arms. She knew she was doing exactly what she shouldn’t do, chipping away at their already rocky relationship built on a foundation of uneven stone. “But I’m not surprised you wouldn’t care.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He retorted, mimicking her pose from across the table.

“It means you’re a dick. Always relying on daddy’s money.” Sophie stood her ground, jaw set. The way she said it, it was too sure, too carefully crafted to hit just where it’d hurt. Casual, almost, as if it meant nothing to say that. Like she’d been waiting to use that line for ages.

That stung more than he expected, even though he’d heard it before - just not from her lips. He shot his response back quickly, too quickly, and regretted the words the second they left his mouth. “At least I don’t have to work two jobs just to pay for college.”

Her face turned to stone as she felt the heat creeping up her neck, threatening to expose her embarrassment. Sophie gathered her things quickly, carelessly shoving them into her backpack, then paused before leaving to look him straight in the eye. “That’s fucking low, Rafe, even for you.” She said quietly. The words hung in the air between them as she turned sharply on her heel and strode calmly away, trying to beat the tears on the verge of spilling over her cheeks.

Her watch vibrated on her wrist just as she stepped outside, hot tears welling up in her eyes. Thirty minutes. Timed perfectly.

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SA Fanfiction! Ilse getting help to heal from her friends! Part 1

Chapters 1-3, 2,921 words

IDK how to name fics lol but this gets it across. I’ve never posted fics before but I wanted to share this

Tw: Rape mentions, Abuse mentions, Alcoholism and drug addiction

Also includes homelessness, running away

"...Ilse?" Ilse glanced up from her spot in the dirt, seeing Anna standing with Moritz. They looked concerned. "Are you alright?" Anna asked. "I'm- I'm fine. Just hanging out before I leave again." "In the dirt?" Moritz asked. She ran her hands through the clover patch on the ground. "Picking flowers,' she said with a smile. "Can...Ilse, can you come with us for a moment? Moritz beckoned to her. She stood, concerned but too curious to say no. She really only paused to think. So maybe it was in a shadowed alley between two houses, but she hadn't been doing anything. Anna took her hand and smiled. She started swinging it like they were still young girls. Hell, Anna still had the same bows in her hair. They stepped up into her house, which always smelled of tea and fresh flowers. Moritz pulled out chairs from the table while Anna closed the door. Ilse suspiciously sat down and averted her eyes to the blue and pink embroidery of the tablecloth. "Can I make us all some tea?' Anna asked, already pulling out a jar of rose petals from a cabinet. That was the fancy stuff her mother always made when she had guests over, sometimes while they all played outside and only half tried to be quiet. Moritz nodded, and Anna began the rose tea. "We wanted to talk to you. About some stuff," he said. "What stuff? Are you planning something?" Ilse asked. "No, it's...you. We're worried about you. You haven't done anything wrong, but you're not Okay. I don't know what exactly you've been through, but the way you act, the things you say and do...it's not like the Ilse we know. We love you. But Priapia, being away from home...you're too lonely and you have trauma and addiction. I just, we want you to talk to us." Anna came around holding three steaming teacups in her fingers and a bowl of sugar. "We don't hate you, please don't think that, we just know somethings wrong. We're your friends. Please." Ilse stirred her fingers around in her pocket, brushing against the clovers she stuffed in it. "I- I don't know what to...to say." "Then drink." Anna passed her a teacup with marigolds painted on the base. Ilse took a sip, letting the warmth flood through her chest. Anna watched her, stirring several teaspoons of sugar into her own drink. "Martha got beaten. A lot." She looked down into her cup. "I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you thqat, but it's true. She hid it from us. I'll never understand why, but eventually Wendla up and reported her papa. Martha doesn't get hit anymore." Ilse had guessed. She'd seen it, in the long clothing she wore, her demeanor. it was the same as Ilse's own. Thank goodness it was over. "My father isn't a good one either. Nothing compared to what Martha went through, but...still. You're not alone, Ilse. Other people can understand your pain. You have no one to talk to back in that artists' colony, but we're here with you now." Ilse swallowed. She didn't prepare for this. Anna drank some tea, then stood up from her chair and positioned one behind Ilse. "Can you tell us what's happening?" "I- I don't want to burden you- I mean. I don't believe you really want to help me." Ilse's voice cracked. "Oh, we do, trust me," Moritz smiled. "This is all we want to do today. You're not burdening us, I promise we want to be here, listening to and helping you." Anna started gently pulling her fingers through Ilse's hair. About half of them caught on tangles that Ilse rarely bothered to brush out herself. Anna got to work, gently unknotting them. "It's..it's a Lot. I'm used to it by now. The drinking, the smoking..." "Is that all there is?" Anna asked. Ilse brushed her sleeve against her nose. "No." She squeezed her eyes shut. Moritz gently grabbed her hand. "I- I wish I could say I'm used to the violation. The..." She opened her eyes. "But sometimes, all the time, I'm not. Sometimes they start pulling me back to their beds and I'm too drunk to know better, or only enough to know what will happen if I resist. Sometimes they just push me against their walls and there's nothing I can do. Once, the first time, I tried to hit him back, and I ended up with a black eye sleeping out in the freezing cold for two nights. It's a miracle no one killed me then or worse. But every time, I can't stop wondering if I deserve it, thinking maybe it was on purpose. Maybe I wanted it and there's just something sickly wrong with me. Like it's all my fault and I can't blame anyone but myself." A tear fell. "Ilse," Anna said gently. "I know that's not true. I know who you are. You would never. It's those men, they're sick. You're, Lord, you're only fifteen. You were, what, thirteen then?" Ilse nodded. Moritz handed her her teacup. "Wendla was raped. I wish it wasn't true, but it is. She never asked for that. She didn't know what was happening. But I see her ask herself every day if she wanted it. From what I hear, it wasn't clear. But I really don't think she consented to that. No victim deserves to doubt themselves every day, no one deserves to ask if they secrelty desired trauma. But I think, maybe they all do. Look, Wendla is kind and young and caring. She would never ask for that." Anna said, "And you're wild and hopeful and just trying to be free and safe. Please, try and believe us, you didn't deserve that, no matter what you did." Ilse started crying. Moritz reached out and she grabbed him in a hug. He held on tight to her. "You're our friend. We never want you to be hurt again." "That's what they'll do when I go back," she sobbed. "They'll beat me too. They'll get me drunk and make me pose naked and get me high and there's nothing I can do about it." "Stay with us tonight," Anna said, putting a hand on Ilse's knee. "I'll keep you safe in my sister's old bedroom. Or you can come into mine, if you'd like." "They're expecting me back. They won't like it if I'm not." "They won't find you. I promise, Ilse. You never have to go back there," Moritz said. Ilse put her cup down. "I don't deserve your protection." "Yes you do. And it would mean the world to me if you just spent the night here." She looked Anna in the eyes. Ilse couldn't understand every emotion she felt. Still, she told her yes. ====== Ilse stood in Anna's washroom, washing her face off and looking in the mirror. Not the worst she'd seen herself. And at least her hair looked nicer. She felt the heavy prescence in her boot and pulled it out. A flask mostly filled with liquor. She couldn't keep doing this. She always told herself she wasn't a drunk, she couldn't be, but the flask would beg to differ. God, she didn't know if she could get over this. "Ilse?" A call from down the stairs. She set the flask on the counter and went to see Moritz. "I'm gonna go now. I'll be back tomorrow?" She smiled and hugged him. "Of course. And, I'm sorry about your dad. Is there anything I can do?" He grimaced and shook his head no. Then he squeezed her hand and said, "Don't let Anna put bows in your hair. She's tempting, but it isn't worth it." He shuddered. Both girls waved him goodbye. As soon as Moritz closed the door, Ilse said, "He's the next project, right?" "I don't think of you as a project, Ilse. But, I'm not sure there's much I can do to help him. He just failed school, he doesn't have many places to go..." "Christ, I forgot about that. I with I could help him." "He's doing okay. Better than you have been. Now come here." Anna beckoned for her to sit on the rug in the living room with her. She held a notepad and a pencil. "Mama gets home in an hour. We can have supper then. But what do you want to do after that?" "...Do we need to do much?" "Yes! I'm here to make you feel better, so we're gonna talk some, especially with Moritz again tomorrow, maybe Wendla, but for now? It's sleepover time." Ilse groaned that she had been pulled into this. But Anna played the mother half the times they played house as kids, so at least her stay would be comfortable. "Wanna come to my room?" Anna asked. "Sure." Ilse followed her up the stairs to a room with pink curtains and a bed covered in stuffed animals. "Oh, is this Soby?" she asked, picking up an old pink bunny. "I still sleep with him every night," Anna said proudly. She carefully moved every animal off the bed onto her floor. "Do you want to sleep here tonight, with me? I have plenty of blankets." Ilse was hesitant. "I don't want to intrude." "Please! I want to make sure you feel safe." She began smoothing her sheets out. Ilse moved to look out her window for a minute. "They're not going to find you, Ilse. And they won't be mad at you. As long as you never go back, that is." Ilse sighed and pressed her head against the glass. What was she going to do? "They don't deserve you. For anything. No one does, really." Anna came up and put a gentle hand on Ilse's shoulder. "I'm honored to have you as my guest, Miss." She swept into a curtsy. "For now, the best you can do is just stay here for the night. And a good long sleep in my very comfy bed will help you." "Okay," Ilse breathed. She walked over and picked up Soby, staring into her stitched on eyes. "For now, if you're not too tired..." Anna opened the door to her closet. Inside were numerous dresses with ruffles and bows. She grinned evilly at Ilse. "Noooo!" Ilse ran from her as Anna pulled a purple dress from inside and chased after her. --- Ilse was caught and turned into a doll for Anna. She was grumpily adorned in the purple dress, which had flower details on its sleeves, much like everything here. But before Anna could start on the rest of her, Anna's mother got home. "Oh! Mama, Ilse's staying here for the night. We're having a sleepover." Ilse emerged in her pouffy dress with an exaggerated frown. "Be nice to that poor girl." Frau Wheelan shook her head and started cooking supper. "She doesn't need to know why," Anna said softly, taking Ilse's hand. "But in the meantime..." Anna lifted part of Ilse's hair. Ilse dashed away from her saying no with a smile. Frau Wheelan called her daughter down to help with dinner. Ilse looked down at this princess dress again and craved a hit. No. No, she couldn't think like that. She had to stop. Soon enough it was suppertime. "Go clean your hands!" Anna's mother told them both. Ilse helped set the table while Anna went up to the washroom. "Ilse, it's been a while since I've seen you, dear." "Yeah, I haven't been up to much. It's lovely to see you, though." Her mother smiled and went to bring the food out. Anna came out of the washroom looking a little uncomfortable, sad maybe. Ilse was going to ask about it, but Anna saw food and her face lit up. "Let's eat!" Frau Wheelan declared. ===== They had pieces of seasoned chicken to eat. Despite disliking this dress, Ilse was sure to not drop anything on it. "Ilse, where have you been all this time?" Frau Wheelan asked. "Um...I'm living with some artists. Splitting rent." "Oh! Do you paint?" "I do." Ilse blushed. "And how's life treating you?" Ilse turned even redder. "Mama, can we not shower her in questions? Tell me how I should do her hair with this gown." "Please, she looks miserable...but some bows wouldn't hurt..." "Ooh, can we make hot chocolate after dinner? I wanna put on fuzzy socks and tell stories by the fire before bed." "Of course. Just make sure to go to bed at a reasonable hour." When they cleared their plates and Anna and her mother put dishes away (Ilse was quickly dismissed from the task) and Frau Wheelan went to go read, Anna went to the washroom again and came down to talk to Ilse. "Sorry she asked all that. You definitely don't need to give her details. She's just excited to see you." "It's okay. I'd be curious too." Ilse glanced at a clock. "Ilse, be honest with me...is this yours?" Ilse turned and saw Anna pull out the flask. Which she has left in the washroom. "Um..." Her silence said enough. Anna's voice got sad and quiet. "Look, I'm not trying to judge you. i just need to know how often you do this. How often you drink. Is it a serious problem? Do you need it?" "I...I wish I could say that wasn't mine. I don't want to be a drunk. I just, I'm so used to it...to always being a little inebriated...it makes it harder to feel the pain." "Are you wounded? Is that the pain?" "No." Ilse looked down sadly. "Okay. I'm here to help you. With everything. Any problem you have." "I have a lot. I'm not sure you want to get involved." "You're my friend. I'm always gonna be here for you." Anna touched Ilse's face. "If it makes you feel better, you can help me in return by letting me style your hair." --- Two braided pigtails later, Anna and Ilse were sitting around Anna's fireplace drinking hot chocolate. Ilse had socks on her feet for the first time in years, covering the blisters she was always getting. "No one's cared for me so well in a while." "Well, they should. You deserve it. You've always deserved it. Just wait until I make you take a bubble bath." It had been many years since she'd had one of those. "Wendla is hopefully coming tomorrow. Maybe Martha too. We can talk and figure something out for you. You don't need to go back there." "...I left my paint back there." "I'll buy new paints for you. I have some here. They're old, from a phase, but they should work in the meantime." Ilse smiled. "Thank you. It means a lot." "Of course. And might I just say, you look lovely." "Not my style, but thank you." "We'll all get you clothes you like. That show who you are. Until we figure that out, you can use mine. Your green dress needs a lot of cleaning anyway." "It's fine." "You sat in the dirt in it today." Ilse got closer to Anna until they shared a blanket. "We can go to bed whenever you want, okay? I'm pretty blind to other people's fatigue." Ilse nodded and continued watching the fire. ---- Anna offered her a light blue nightgown, this one without any embellishments. Ilse changed in the washroom, watching herself in the mirror. She hadn't seen herself look this nice- this well-treated- in years. Since even before she left for Priapia. Her brushed, styled hair and not-cheap dress just for sleeping in, her stomach filled from eating right... This didn't feel like her anymore. Maybe the old version of her wasn't right, and she was meant to be a dirty teenage artist who spent her nights between the beds of men and women that she would have to treat with respect the next day. "There's a spare toothbrush and paste in the drawer!" Anna called. A commodity she didn't have for the last two years. The paste tasted weird in her mouth, but, knowing she was doing something good for herself, cleaning herself, it meant something. A small change. A good change. She washed her face again and came back to Anna's room. It had electric lights as well as candle jars with flickering painted roses on them. Anna sat on her bed, adorned in a pink nightgown with plenty of bows. "I got you a glass of water," she said with a yawn. "Now come on in here." Anna turned out her lights, leaving the candles glowing. Ilse followed her, sitting on the cushy bed, facing the door. Faint moonlight shone through the window. Anna pulled out a sleep mask and placed it on her own head. "I'll tuck you in." Ilse slid under the soft covers and layed her head back. These pillows were better quality than she was used to. Anna reached over and pulled the covers up to Ilse's shoulders, then tucked herself in right next to her and pulled the mask down. "Goodnight. I'll see you in the morning," Anna yawned again. "See you," Ilse whispered. A glowing bedroom, goodnights, precious quiet. Someone softly falling sleep next to her, who wouldn't do anything to her. She missed it. Still, she needed something else. Ilse sat up and grabbed Soby with her fingertips, pulling her up by the ears. The soft bunny felt nice in her arms. She tucked herself back in and snuggled the bunny until she slept.

#big text tw #rape mention tw #abuse mention tw #alcoholism tw #drug addiction tw #fanfiction #my fics #spring awakening #Ilse neumann #sa #anna wheelan #moritz stiefel #I haven't worked on this in a few days so I hope it's good #also I have designs of the dresses but it includes one from the wip chapter so im not sharing it yet

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noonas-kpop-fix · 5 years

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Don’t stop, baby don’t stop

As promised here’s my TaeyongxReader smut. The plot is pretty much a girl sent you a photo through his phone that appears to be Taeyong and her kissing. You never gave him a chance to explain and pretty much have been avoiding him so he used your cell phone to lure you back to his place.

I was inspired by a drama I watched lol

"Where is it?!" I stormed in through his front door slamming it behind me. He stared back watching me close. I knew that he had my cell phone hidden somewhere in his apartment and I was quickly losing my patience. I opened drawers flipping through everything I could get my hands on. Taeyong suspiciously had both hands behind his back. I walked over standing front of him sticking out my right hand "Taeyong, I'm not messing around, give me my damn phone" He rose a brow "Huh? This?" Just then he snapped a hand cuff on my wrist and soon both of my hands were locked. I was so baffled by the situation I stood unsure of what to do. "Taeyong, what the-" "This was the only way you would sit still and listen to me" I back stepped toward the door but he grabbed me by my arms. "Will you just listen to me for a minute?" he snapped. "You lied to me, what the hell else is there to say? I saw you two" let me go or I swear I'm gonna yell rape" He didn't flinch. "No, you're not" I shot back the most determined look that he stepped back grabbing something from the coffee table. Before I had time to think, my mouth was taped shut. My eyes widened. What the hell do I do now? I had no way out. I didn't want to listen to him. He had a pretty messed up past and I was convinced he hadn't changed. I had a picture of him kissing his so called high school friend and everything seemed to indicate him being unfaithful to me. "Noona.. You're going to listen to me whether you want to or not." I looked away angrily mumbling through my taped mouth. I tried to flee again but he took me pulling my body to his. I couldn't get out of his hold. "I didn't cheat, I promise. I don't know how she got that picture. It’s not what it appears. You're taking things our of context." I rolled my eyes. He lifted my chin making me look into his eyes. "I love you, and you alone.." I could always tell when Taeyong was telling the truth by his tone and face and right now all the doubt I had was gone. I nodded accepting his honesty. He slowly peeled off the tape from my mouth. "Ow" He gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Sorry" he smiled mischievously. He reached in his jean pocket and pulled out the key and unlocked the cuffs. I was mesmerized by him. He was always so attractive no matter what he was doing. As soon as he removed the second cuff I reached out taking it from him. He stood still curiously waiting. I placed one cuff on his wrist and he didn't stop me. I then closed it, locking it on. I pulled him over to the sofa, sitting him down. The atmosphere had taken a complete turn. I sat behind him pulling both of his hands together then locked both of his hands to his back. A smirk formed on his lips as he waited. I stood up and sat on his lap. "You've been really bad Taeyong." I leaned down and began to leave kisses on his neck. "Really, really bad.." He opened his neck more granting me better access. I licked his favorite spot then began to suck on it. He sighed in satisfaction enjoying himself. "Are you going to punish me?" he hummed. I pushed my hands under his shirt and caressed his chest. "Mmm.. Punish me Noona" I lifted my head and faced him giving him an alluring smile. He stared back with lust in his eyes. I leaned in licking his lips, then bit his bottom lip. As I let his bottom lip go, he closed into me hungrily grabbing my lips with his kissing me passionately. His tongue slid around mine trying to dominate me. I almost lost control. I pulled back and stared at him with teasing eyes. I stood up removing absolutely everything I had on. Taeyong watched desperately wanting to touch me and feel me. I began to feel myself, touching my own breasts, pulling on my nipples. I was so turned on watching him. Taeyong licked his lips starting to lose himself drunk on desire "Noona, let me go. That's my job.." his breath hitched. I smirked evilly then ran my right hand under me, inside of me feeling myself and I was so wet already. Taeyong attempted to get close. I pulled my right hand out placed my fingers into his mouth. He sucked my juices shutting his eyes riling him up more. "Fuck Noona.. You taste so-- Let me-" his words drowned by desire. I chuckled under my breath, loving the control I had over him. I pulled him up and sat myself on the sofa spreading my legs open and he kneeled down on both knees in front of me lowering his face in between my thighs. As soon as his tongue entered me pleasure filled my body. I tugged at his hair, holding his head as it bobbed into me. "Ahh-Taeyong - Ahh" He wasn't holding back any tricks with his tongue. He dominated me completely. I felt a sudden rush of pleasure fill me. I needed him inside of me completely. He rose his head locking his eyes on mine. I reached over unlocking one cuff and as soon as I did he went down on me again, feeling my body with his hands this time and soon I felt another jolt of pleasure.

“Tae--”

I threw my head back as it filled me.

He stood up removing his shirt with his eyes never trailing away from me. He loved watching me, watching the pleasure he gave me. I reached in helping him with his pants and boxers and he soon hovered above me. He kissed my neck impatiently as he touched me all over. I pulled him to me loving the closeness of his body on mine. His lips trailed up to mine and he kissed me again harder than before.

I ran my hands up and down his chest and torso slowly then pulled him down on me wanting him to enter me.

"Noona, now you're the one being bad. Such a bad girl.." He reached down feeding himself into me. I moaned holding him tighter finally feeling him inside of me.

“Ahh Noona, you feel so good” he breathed out into my neck giving me goosebumps.

He started off slow, so slow. He was doing it in purpose. "Taeyong" I breathed out protesting. He pushed his lips on mine, biting and sucking my bottom lip. "Shh, be a good girl Noona. I'm in control now" His pace suddenly quickened and he continued giving me sloppy kisses until we both reached that peak of pure bliss. His thrusts continued fast and they began to slow as the surge of pleasure passed. With his last thrust, he leaned over kissing my lips never getting enough of me. I cupped his chin holding his head in my hands and kissed him back. He covered me into his arms and we lay on the sofa holding each other still kissing. "I love you Noona, always remember that" I hugged him tight. "I'm sorry.. I love you too Taeyong.." He laughed under his tired breathless voice. "Babo" and gave me a squeeze.

#taeyong #taeyong smut #taeyong fic #lee taeyong #taeyong scenario #taeyongxreader #taeyong x reader #nct smut #kpop smut #smut #lee taeyong smut

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vinijrs · 5 years

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back to you — jesse lingard

warnings: mentions of sex

word count: 2340-ish words

featuring: jesse lingard + mariana (oc)

a/n: based off of ‘everytime’ by ariana grande. and i’ve literally only written about jesse so far lmao (so i need to start writing for others lol).

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It had been months since the last interaction between them, way too long for Jesse’s liking. She had told him that it would be the last time (but she had also said that after every time they ‘met up’), so it came to a suprise to Jesse when Mariana didn’t visit him anymore– or wouldn’t answer his calls or even read his messages anymore.

There always seemed to be arguments almost everyday when they were dating, usually about how tired she was of Jesse’s no-shows and how controlling he felt she was at times– but after they broke up, he realized it was only because she just didn’t want to lose him, but by then it was too late.

She was also tired of how he seemed to not care about what she felt was important to her. Their relationship took a 360 degree turn, and it was just so different from how they were with one another at the beginning. It didn’t take much for them to realize that their relationship couldn’t continue for any longer, and they ended it. They were both upset by it but they knew it was for the best.

It didn’t take much for them to find their way back to one another, and as much as Mariana hated it, she would always go back to him. And same for Jesse, as much as he would try to move on from her, he could never get rid of the feelings he felt for her.

They always found a way back, and by that, they usually hooked up– usually when one of them was drunk. She always blamed it on the alcohol, but she knew her heart always wanted to go back to him at the end of the day.

Eventually, after months of them hooking up, it changed. They would usually meet up, and not for sex, but to spend time together watching movies or playing video games (with Rashy). Even Marcus found it strange how they spent so much time but they said it was only as friends. Marcus had asked Jesse (almost a hundred times) if he still felt something for her, and his answer was always a no and he would let out those high-pitched laughs that Marcus knew Jesse did when he was lying.

But like most relationships– or whatever Jesse and Mariana had– usually end. And it ‘ended’ for them about four more times. And it was Mariana who always ended it, because she always knew that in the end, she was only a distraction for him. And as much as she wanted to believe Jesse whenever he told her that he loved her, she just couldn’t.

Mariana was always tired of feeling like an idiot after he would use her, or the times she would see the dms from other girls he was probably texting. And she knew she didn’t have a right to be mad about anything, but she hated having her hopes diminish every time she saw him with another girl.

She wanted to be with him, of course, but everytime she thought they were closer to something, he would do something stupid to show her that he didn’t really care about her like he used to. She told herself she was better than this, and she decided to stay away, for good this time.

But when Mariana did, it was as if she had left a part of her with him. As if she wasn’t herself anymore without him, and she didn’t like how different she was when she wasn’t with him. She would usually get drunk, and pretend she was over it. Pretend she was completely over Jesse, but the truth was that she wasn’t.

And it didn’t make it better for her when Jesse would call her when he was drunk, and she would listen to him telling her how much he loved her, and how he missed (everything about) her, and how he wanted them to be together. She would usually answer the first few times, but after the calls became more constant she wouldn’t pick-up anymore– because it was just too damn hard for her to listen to him saying how much he loved her and beg her to get back with him when his (sober) actions always showed different.

Jesse would usually leave voicemails, some she would listen to and others would be immediately deleted.

Mariana knew what they had wasn’t doing any good for her, or him. She should’ve kept herself from ever coming back to him, even after they had broken up and had clearly seen that a relationship between them wasn’t the best idea. But Jesse always found a way, and even if it meant not actually being with her, he always found a way to have her back in his arms. Even if it meant that it would always hurt when she would leave or try to stay away, and tell him that everything between them was a mistake. And even if they were a mistake, it was Jesse’s best mistake, and it was one he would never regret.

In the past weeks, Mariana had spent more time with her friends and preparing for the next semester of college; which she was absolutely dreading. And she had promised herself to stop drinking, because it was just so unnecessary and the last thing she needed was a problem with alcohol.

The drunk calls from Jesse had also stopped a bit, it wasn’t as constant anymore, and she was glad because it meant he wasn’t drinking as much lately. She knew because Jesse usually only had courage to call her when he was drunk and he really wanted to see her.

But somehow her best friend had talked her into going to a club with her and some other mutual friends. Clubs always meant getting drunk for her, so she had immediately said no, but by the end of the conversation, she had found herself agreeing to it and heading to her room to get ready.

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She hated it. Mariana had been at the club for only ten minutes and she wanted to go home. The only reason why she hated it so much was because she usually would come here to forget things and too feel less upset.

But coming here, with a purpose of not drinking and being sober all night made her remember all the times when her and Jesse were dating and they would come, get extremely drunk, end up sitting in a corner laughing about everything and having him place a kiss to her temple every five minutes as he whispered the three words that meant so much to her when they came from him.

And it made even more memories of them flood into her mind, ones that were before they broke up, ones that were so close to her heart. Mariana couldn’t help but feel so empty inside, so different without him.

“You alright?" Her best friend, Julie asked as she sat next to Mariana and ordered herself a drink. "Do you want one too?"

“No thank you. And I’m fine, I was just thinking, that’s all,” she answered.

Julie raised her eyebrows, “About Jesse, right?”

Mariana shook her head abruptly, and somewhat winced at hearing his name. “Of course not.”

“And you’re lying, Mariana.” She pointed out, “I thought you said you were over him, that you– like you said– ‘let go’ of him.”

Mariana shrugged, “That’s what I thought or what I wanted, but I don’t really let go when I say so.. I just can’t. He means a lot to me, even if I may not to him.”

“I’m sure you mean as much as he does to you, Mariana. He loves you, and if you’ve never realized it, he’s never stopped loving you. Jesse always finds a way back to you, and it’s because he loves you. You can see it in his eyes every time you’re around him, you just always find a way to push him away,” Julie explained. “Give him another chance, one where you won’t use each other but one where you’re together because you really love each other,” with that she stood up with a smile, and walked away into the crowd of dancing bodies.

Mariana pulled out her phone from her purse, and ended up glancing over his contact. It was just his name, because the little red heart had disappeared over time. She took a deep breath, and found the courage in her body to call him.

This time it was her calling him, and she wasn’t drunk neither was it accidental.

“Hello?” His groggy voice ringed through her ears, it was extremely loud because of the music playing but at that moment, all she could focus on was his voice, the only thing that mattered to her at that moment.

“Mariana? Where are you?” He questioned, becoming aware of the loud music playing becoming softer as she walked towards an area that wasn’t as loud as the place she previously was.

“Hi, and I’m at a club. I’m not drunk or anything, I just wanted to talk to you, Jess.” Her calling him by his nickname did things to him, she hadn’t called him that since they had broken up. Even if they had met up many times after their break up, it was always Jesse never Jess.

“Are you alright? Did something happen? Do you want me to come and get you?” He questioned, hearing the worry in his voice.

Mariana nodded as if he could see her, “I’m fine, don’t worry. And I’m sorry for calling, I didn’t realize it was so late, Jess.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Don’t worry, I was just about to head to sleep,” he laughed, but she could hear the tiredness in his voice. Plus, it was way past midnight and he had practice the next day, of course he was asleep before she called. “But I can pick up, if you’d like.”

Mariana laughed, and it made his heart flutter hearing one of the things he had missed so much these past months, “If you– actually, I think the best thing for you is to get some sleep, you have practice tomorrow.”

Jesse didn’t know what made him feel happier, if it was the fact that she still cared for him or that she still remembered his schedule. He didn’t know. But it sure had him smiling like an idiot.

“No, don’t worry about it. Staying up for a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt, just send me your location and I’ll be there.” There was no chance Jesse would miss the opportunity to see her again, no matter how tired he was, the idea of seeing her in person after all this time made the tiredness from his body go away.

“Alright, and thank you, a lot, Jess.”

Jesse smiled at the thought of seeing her again, he really wanted to see her again. “No problem, Mariana.” And with that line went silent, and the smile on their faces didn’t disappear even after the call ended.

It had only taken Jesse fifteen minutes to arrive, usually it was a twenty-five minute drive but he had kind-of rushed over here because he just couldn’t contain himself and all he wanted was to hold her again.

I’m here, was what he texted her and Mariana quickly walked over to her best friend and a few of her friends said a quick goodbye and walked as fast as she could in her heels.

Her heart fluttered as she saw him leaning by his car, looking at his phone for a bit until he realized she was there. His smile grew in a matter of seconds, and the first thing he did was hug her. “I’ve missed you so much,” he muttered against her ear.

“I did too,” she whispered, as she closed her eyes and enjoyed being in his arms again.

Mariana had agreed to Jesse’s offer of going to his house and staying over, by the time they arrived it was two in the morning. She had quickly changed out of her clothes and into some of his, and crawled beside him on his bed.

His arms quickly made their way around her body and her face was snuggled into his chest, the way she always liked it whenever they cuddled.

“Mari?” He asked in a soft voice, not knowing if she was asleep or not.

“Hm..” she mumbled against his chest, tired but still listening to his words.

Jesse looked down at her face, her eyes shut but her lips were still in a small smile. “I love you.”

“And I love you more,” she mumbled. “Jess?”

“Yes?”

Mariana looked up to face him, to see the same smile on his face as it was on hers. “I go back to you, always, back to you every time.. because I just can’t give up on us. And I’m sorry, for all the times I left, for not trying more–”

Jesse placed a lazy kiss onto her lips to stop her from rambling like she always did when she apologized, “All that matters is that we’re together, and no matter what happens I will always find a way back to you, but this time we’ll be forever, and I promise you that.”

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(i’m open to writing about almost anyone! so don’t be shy to request! x)

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deansoutros · 7 years

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Black [M]

A/N: hey all, this is my first fic on tumblr. i went with dean and i have a lot of plans for this fic so please so support it ;( i’m sorry if my writing sucks im terrible i know but ive just had this idea in my head for a while so i wanted to put it somewhere. i’m most likely gonna continue it even if ppl dont read it bc i kinda wanna finish it lol. but yeah if you like it pls tell me :) any comments are very much welcomed! btw it starts off boring but i wanted a nice& clear background. i promise it will get better!

characters: dean x oc, zico, crush, rome

genre: angst(ish?), university au

rated: m, alcoholism, stoners(lol), violence, abuse.

chapter one:

“nayeon!” I dropped the box full of school supplies as I ran to my roommate whom I hadn’t seen all summer. she replied with equal excitement as we hugged each other. we had just moved into a new place for the year and we were both anxious to set up our cute little house. our other two roommates had already arrived and I was the last one, what’s new.

“I missed you!” she cheerfully exclaimed.

“I missed you too!” I replied as I reached down, picking up the box I had dropped.

“come in we have to talk about tonight’s plans!”

she helped me finish carrying the rest of my stuff upstairs, and after sochi had helped me put my room together my phone dinged. I flopped onto my bed and grabbed it. I hadn’t noticed how much the 8 hour drive had exhausted me.

Apt D group chat-

Nayeon: be ready by 10! we all were invited to a sig nu party tonight at 10! we should leave around 10 or 10:30 just to make sure we get there when there’s already people there! school hasn’t started so welcome weekend is about to be crazy!

Sochi: it’s almost 9!! I’m going to get ready rn

Chaeyeon: omg ;( i really want to go but I am so tired from the drive

Nayeon: come out! It’ll be fun

Chaeyeon: tomorrow! tonight I’m just gonna stay in and sleep

Jisu: i just woke up from a nap so i’m down! rest a lot chae!

Chaeyeon: I will, have fun and be safe guys ❤

Sochi: we will bb ❤

and with that I got comfortable in bed, I was so exhausted that I didn’t care that I was still in my jeans and a long t shirt. I heard the girls getting ready to leave before I dozed off completely.

a mixture of screams and melodies woke me up. I was still as tired as ever. I picked up my phone and took a look. it was only 12am. the walls gently vibrated and with every second that passed I became more irritated. the loud music seemed to be coming from the other side of our apartment but when I got up, not surprised, no one was home. I walked into sochi’s room and peaked out her window. a dozen or so people were on our lawn.

“what the hell” I whispered to myself as I saw cans being dropped left and right. my anger grew more and more as i looked around the lawn. a bottle here a can there and…was that puke?

my mouth dropped slightly at the sight and I stormed down the stairs. I swung open the front door, startling a few people in the process. my little legs couldn’t go fast enough to keep up with my anger. within seconds I was in a familiar yet different place. this apartment was a mirror image of ours. everything was the same but on different sides. I looked around before I was grabbed and pulled back.

“what the fu-“

“private party, who do you know?”

I looked up to see a tall, dark haired guy. his eyebrows were thick and his lips were plump but all I could focus on was how much I wanted to hit him.

“I live across in apt d, is this your place?!”

“look, I don’t care where you live, who do you know?”

“what the fuck I don’t want to get into your stupid party!”

“you sure about that?”

“yes I’m fucking sure can you just turn your damn music down? people might be doing something crazy in the middle of the night, like sleeping!” he was amused by my response. his lips curled into a smug smile and he extended his hand.

“I’m zico” he said. I looked at the hand before me then back at him.

“can you just please turn it down and get your people away from our lawn?!”

“woah woah what’s going on? all the yelling above this good ass music? I don’t think so…. who’s this?” another tall guy holding a red cup came closer and he gestured at me as he looked towards zico. he, like zico, had dark hair but he also had a tattoo splattered across the side of his neck that reached down into his shirt. his scent was strong and hit me instantly. he smelled sweet, masked in the familiar scent weed mixed with alcohol. if it wasn’t for the smell of…well college, he would have smelled like heaven.

“she’s our new neighbor and she’s cute but she’s here to complain not to party with me” zico responded, scoffing as he took the red cup from his friend, chugging the last bit of liquid before walking off. I ignored him and looked at the guy before me.

“is this your place? turn it down it’s loud as fuck.” my eyes rolled slightly and my voice had given off an irritated tone. I pushed my way through the crowd and back out the front door and for the second time that night, my arm was grabbed and I was yanked back.

“what the hel-“ it was the guy I had just yelled at.

“what’s your name?” he blurted out and the smell of alcohol filled the air between us. I looked up at him, his hair layed in a simple curl above his left eyebrow and his eyes were glistening and red.

“chayeon” I replied as I lightly tugged my arm away from him. he quickly let go.

“sorry, about that…and the noise. we aren’t usually that loud but it’s our roommate, hyoseob’s birthday.” he was drunk and high, I could tell, but he kept himself so collected. if it wasn’t for his scent or his eyes I would assume he was sober. his cheeks were rosy and flushed like a child’s.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer” he blurted out. fuck, I didn’t even notice that I had been staring at him.

“can you just turn it down a bit please?” I replied, attempting to contain myself from showing embarrassment.

“maybe I should take a picture of you instead? it’d be nice to look at your face everyday” he disregarded my words but damn, that was unexpected and it was difficult to retain my cheeks from flushing.

“yeah sure, anyways, I’m tired so by-“

“hey tired, I’m dean” he extended his hand, his lips curled into the cheesiest smile and a small chuckle escaped his lips. he had been proud of the stupid dad joke he just made.

it took a second for me to look away from him, but i took his hand and gave it a light shake.

“nice to meet you, dean”

“it’s way nicer to meet you chaeyeon” our eyes met as he gave my hand a gentle squeeze, his lips had formed a perfect smile and for a second I was so infatuated with him that I had momentarily forgotten why I came out in the first place.

“why don’t you stay. come inside, have some fun” he had noticed that I was intrigued by him and he purposely teased.

“no thanks” he was amused by my quick response but before he could reply we were interrupted.

“dean? come back inside babe!” a girl swung open the front door and the music escaped. she had shoulder length dark hair and pale skin with huge lips. her body was slim but she was tall, at least taller than me. she had a prominent hourglass figure and god she was pretty.

dean didn’t take his eyes off me as i analyzed the girl at the door. his eyes were glued on me and when i looked back at him he smirked, amused by my reaction.

“coming” he replied, his eyes still on me.

“well goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow”

“tomorrow?” i asked.

“I live 10 feet away from you so unless you’re planning on avoiding me we will probably run into each often”

“right..” my lips flattened into an awkward smile, as I heard the girl call his name yet again in a whiny manner. i walked back into my house and I felt his eyes on me until the moment I closed the door behind me. I watched through the peep hole as dean went back in, taking the girl’s hand into his and shutting the door behind them. I turned my back to the door and pulled my phone out. as I was about to start texting I was knocked over by the door.

“chae!” jisu ran to me as I got up, rubbing my elbow.

“chae are you okay? I didn’t know you were there I’m sorry!” nayeon exclaimed and I chuckled, nudging jisu to let go of me.

“I’m fine, it’s not your fault don’t worry” for the second time that night, alcohol filled the air surrounding me. sochi and nayeon burst into laughter as soon as they saw that I was fine.

“ha ha so funny guys” I cracked a smile and rolled my eyes playfully.

“what the hell were you doing there?” nayeon barely managed to say, her laughs conquering her.

“nothing! I was just looking at how nasty the lawn looks now” my words paused the laughter filling the room and jisu walked over to the window, peeping through.

“they’re having fun tonight, but our lawn looks like crap now” she sighed, irritated. I could tell she was sober, as she usually was when we went out.

“we’ll beat them up tomorrow” sochi said as she took my hand and nayeon’s, dragging us upstairs.

“come on jisu! MOVIE NIGHT!” she yelled.

“shut up” I laughed, pushing her towards her room and she whined, mumbling to herself.

“I’m going to bed, night all” nayeon said as she stumbled into her room, jisu following behind to help her.

“I got nayeon, you got sochi?” I nodded in response as I walked into sochi’s room only to find her on the floor mumbling yet again.

“c’mon let’s get you in your pj’s and ready for bed” I grabbed her pj’s from a drawer, tossing them to her as she got up.

“can you close my window please, they’re loud” I went over to the window, taking a look before closing it. something near the bushes caught my eye. a tall light haired guy was outside making out with some girl. her short dark hair and tall, curvy frame were barely familiar but I was almost certain it was the girl who called dean back in earlier. it wasn’t very long before kissing turned to other stuff. there were tons of people on the lawn but I doubt anyone was sober enough to see them.

“chae?” I closed the window and the blinds, walking over to sochi.

“what’s up?”

“why were you staring out the window weirdo”

I rolled my eyes playfully and pushed her onto her bed.

“shut up and go to sleep”

“yes mom!”

I turned her light off and closed the door. once I entered my room I fell into bed, thinking about what happened in the span of only 40 minutes. was that dean’s girlfriend? did I just witness her cheating on him? why the fuck am I even thinking about this I literally met him half an hour ago. I tried to clear my head of the useless things I had been questioning and I eventually fell asleep.

the next morning I had gotten up early and went to the gym. thankfully it was early enough that everyone was still asleep. when I returned home I saw zico outside, removing all the cans and cups from our lawn. I hopped out of the car and walked towards him, from the looks of it he had been at it for a while because the lawn was almost spotless.

“oh, hi! I’m zico, sorry about the mess” he pressed his lips together and embarrassment flushed his face. I curled my lips into an amused smile, an unintentional laugh escaped and confusion crossed his face.

“you don’t remember meeting me last night?” his eyes wandered, trying to remember.

“no..sorry. I’m sober zico and I’m sorry if drunk zico said or did anything dumb last night. I hope it wasn’t a bad first impression”

“it’s alright, drunk zico met mad, sleep deprived chaeyeon so tell him she’s sorry for her attitude”

he smiled, relieved to find out he hadn’t done anything too stupid. I reached down and grabbed a couple cans, helping him pick up. the front door swung open from behind me and out came dean with the same girl from last night. her hair was messed up and her makeup was smeared but she still looked extremely pretty. dean’s hair wasn’t any better and he was carrying a pair of heels in one hand and car keys in the other. by the look on his face it was obvious that he wasn’t expecting to see me.

“dean! this is chae-“

“chaeyeon” dean finished the sentence for zico and the girl with him glanced at dean then at me and back at him.

“I remember you from last night” he nodded slightly and gestured toward the person next to him.

“this is heoyang, my girlfriend” he gently pushed her in my direction and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before extending her hand to me.

“hi it’s nice to meet you, we’ll most likely be seeing each other often” I took her hand and forced a smile.

“yeah, for sure” there was a moment of awkward silence. all I was thinking about was what I saw last night. this was none of my business but if I was in dean’s position I would want someone to tell me, but again, I’m not dean and I don’t even know him.

dean cleared his throat and walked closer to heoyang.

“I’ll be back soon I’m going to go drop her off” he looked at zico before he headed off toward a very expensive looking sports car with heoyang wrapped around his arm. once the car drove off zico looked at me, eyes squinting.

“what?”

“what happened with you and dean? he never acts so awkward in front of people” I shrugged and tossed him a can, walking towards my front door.

“maybe it’s because I just met him last night? I don’t know” zico stopped me before I closed the door behind me.

“hold up, we’re having a bbq in a couple of hours, you should join us and maybe your roommates too so we could all meet”

“yeah, sure, I’ll tell them right now” I smiled at zico. I liked him and I could tell we would vibe off each other really well. I walked in and the girls were all eating breakfast despite it being close to 12PM.

“chae come eat” jisu pointed to the empty place on the table with her fork that had a waffle on the end. I shaked my head and went into the kitchen to refill my water bottle.

“I grabbed a sandwich on my way home, thanks. by the way are you guys busy today? the neighbors invited us over for a bbq a little later” I walked back to the table, taking a seat and stealing a slice of banana from nayeon’s plate.

“no, I don’t have anything to do today. are they cute at least?” I smacked sochi’s shoulder and she rubbed it.

“I’ve only met two of them. One has a girlfriend and the other…well yeah he’s cute. not my type but he is good looking”

“nice, I’m there already” nayeon blurted out. I rolled my eyes playfully and made my way up to my room.

“I’m going to shower and get ready”

after I had showered I changed into a pair of light jean shorts and a racerback mustard tank top that exposed just a tad of midriff. I laid my hair down and put on some makeup. I loved makeup but I wasn’t very good at it so most of the time I avoided eyeshadow. lashes, liner and eyebrows were always a must oh and of course a nice highlight. it was now around 3PM and the girls were still getting ready as well.

there was a loud knock on the front door and I grabbed my phone, slipping it into my pocket before I went downstairs to open the door. it was zico. he looked..cleaner. his tank top exposed his toned arms, nice view.

“hey the food is almost ready, come out!” I nodded and called out for the rest of the girls. they came almost immediately which was unusual but since this involved guys they were all for it.

“sochi, nayeon, jisu, this is zico” they all exchanged hello’s and handshakes. we all followed zico out to his lawn where there were two picnic tables with the grill next to it. not to my surprise dean and heoyang were on one table eating and two other guys were sitting next to them. they got up once they spotted us and introduced themselves. hyoseob, who requested we call him crush because he “crushes hearts”, christain, and of course dean and heoyang. we all took a seat on the empty table and zico brought us burgers and chips. zico sat with us and soon crush and christain joined us too. we conversed, exchanging majors and where we were from. turns out zico and sochi lived in the same city but attended different high schools. they began to get along really well and exchanged numbers, social media etc.

while they were talking, dean had left for a bit to take heoyang home. once he returned the sun was beginning to set. he took a seat next to me, nayeon and jisu looked at me before returning to their conversation with the other two boys.

“hey so about last night"

“what about last night?” i said

“i tend to get flirty when i’m drunk, so sorry about that. don’t get it wrong i’m a loyal guy”

you might be loyal but she isn’t.

“it’s fine i didn’t think much of it anyways"

"yeah but still..” i patted his shoulder and grinned.

“don’t worry, i get it. my lips are sealed. i won’t tell your girl that you want a picture of me to look at everyday"

he dropped his mouth slightly but with a smile. he chuckled in relief and passed me his phone.

"how about i take your number instead of your picture. i heard you say you’re a chemistry major and i could use a lot of help with my chem class this semester. i’m a physics major"

"aren’t physics people really good at chemistry?"

"not this one” he joked. i took his phone anyways and inserted my digits.

“i charge $20 an hour on weekdays and $25 an hour on weekends but for you, there’s a special, i’ll charge you $25 whether it’s weekday or weekend"

"wow what an amazing deal, i can’t refuse that” he laughed at my dumb joke and took his phone back.

“so why did heoyang leave so soon? it’s only 5:30” wow did i really ask that.

“uh she said she wasn’t feeling very well”

“oh well i hope she gets better soon” the atmosphere was so awkward now. i fucked up, whoops. it didn’t last long, we soon got into the nerdiest conversation about science.

we began the new semester the next day and as weeks went by, I had been tutoring dean in chemistry and he had been helping me in physics. aside from our school life, we had also gotten close in terms of friendship. I learned that his favorite color was black, he had a secret crush on selena gomez, and he didn’t tell me this but it was very obvious that his family was very wealthy. he always paid for meals and was constantly buying expensive clothing. zico and sochi had begun flirting a lot and they liked hanging out with all of us as an excuse to be together so the two apartments had become good friends in a short period of time. dean, christian and I didn’t go out on the weekends as much as the others did because most of the time we were studying. over the course of the 5 weeks that flew by I had gotten a text from nayeon. she explained to me that she didn’t know what to do because she saw heoyang hooking up with some random dude at a party one night. I told her to keep it to herself but the guilt was almost choking me. I managed to keep shut and so did nayeon.

zico’s birthday was just around the corner and a party had been well planned. this time I would be enjoying it instead of yelling at them to shut up. we tried to keep it a surprise but zico figured it out quickly. the day of zico’s birthday we had a nice dinner, which dean had sponsored, and later that night the party was on. the music was blasting and people showed up out of nowhere. it was only 11PM and the whole place was packed. the scene outside the house was way too familiar and I laughed at myself at the memory.

nayeon jisu and sochi were all dancing . sochi had begun feeling those shots from earlier kick in. she was making zico’s birthday very happy. I stayed near the kitchen, sipping on my drink and watching my roommates being stupid while dancing. don’t get me wrong I was feeling those shots too but I wasn’t ready to show my wild side to zico or any of his roommates. dean had stayed with me most of the night when he wasn’t with heoyang. she kept leaving and coming back claiming her friends were texting her about drama. I could tell dean wasn’t believing it and neither was I, but he didn’t say anything to her.

it got hot in there so fast and soon enough I couldn’t stand being in a tight long sleeve.

“I’ll be right back I’m going to change, it’s super hot” dean nodded and took a sip of his drink.

“ok but come back”

“I will” I chuckled. I headed out the door and the cool air hit me. it felt so nice, I stood outside for a moment and took in the air. as I was about to open the door to my place, I heard something coming from the basketball court that was connected to our lawn. it was dark and I couldn’t see much. I was also drunk which didn’t help. I walked a little closer and the image became clearer. it was heoyang, she was pinned against the fence with her skirt up. there was a guy in front of her and I didn’t have to look long before I could figure out what was happening. I couldn’t control myself and within seconds I was filled with rage. I walked over to her faster than I’ve ever walked, or at least it felt like that. without warning I grabbed her hair and yanked it back.

“what the fuck are you doing” she pried my grip off her hair and shoved me back. I stumbled a little but managed to keep standing.

“don’t fucking touch me you little bitch” she fixed her skirt and with every second that passed my anger grew and without hesitation I splashed my drink on her and she charged at me. the guy she was with held her back and the noise we caused made tons of people come out. she was cursing at me left and right. at this point I didn’t care anymore. I shoved the guy off her and grabbed a fistful of hair, my other fist met her cheek quickly and she fought back. I managed to push her down against the cement and I busted her lip open before I was pulled off her. the same guy held heoyang back as she continued to scream at me and I looked back. dean had his arms tightly around me, preventing me from moving. his face was filled with confusion and horror.

“let go of me dean I’m going to finish what I started” I growled as I fought to slip out of his grip.

“stop! fucking stop! that’s my girlfriend for fucks sake!”

“then tell my why the fuck this is the third time I’ve seen that bitch hooking up with some other asshole?!” I yelled back at him with no prior thoughts. the crowd that had been watching went almost silent. I heard some oh shit’s from them and at that moment, I realized what I just said.

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